Student of letters, Micah Yardley wants one thing: to meet the poet Jefferson Dering. After hearing his idol speak at Harvard, Micah travels to Jefferson’s home in nearby Wroxham, entertaining visions of discussing poetry over dinner and drinks. What he experiences exceeds anything he ever anticipated.<br><br>Jefferson finds Micah mesmerizing and passionate, everything he has ever wanted. But after getting caught in a compromising position with another young man a decade earlier, he exiled himself from Boston and from affairs of the heart. Jefferson represses his longing for Micah, but his tumultuous emotions cannot be contained.<br><br>Micah denies the truth of his desire for Jefferson. Jefferson refuses to act on his passion for Micah. But all it takes is a single kiss in Wroxham's haunted church to change the course of their lives ... and ignite the flame that could fulfill a generations-old promise.

A Hidden Beauty

“I think your mouth is perfect for anything.” Jefferson’s hand went to the base of his erection and he stroked the shaft once, letting the tip drag against Micah’s chest.


Micah’s gaze dropped, following the wet path left behind along his skin. When he lifted a hand to fold over Jefferson’s, Jefferson saw that it was shaking.


Micah licked his lips. “That is a theory that requires testing.” Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he leaned down, his tongue darting out to flick across the seeping slit of Jefferson’s prick.


“Oh my…” Jefferson tried to take a breath, but his lungs refused to work. Just the short, brief contact was enough to make his head spin. He almost thought he could just be happy with that, but then Micah slid his tongue over the slit again and again. His free hand gripped the edge of the tub, and he held himself still, resisting the impulse to push for more, to bury himself completely in Micah’s mouth, the way he had buried himself in Micah’s ass before.


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