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

Micah ignored him, perhaps too caught up in the pleasure of driving Jefferson out of his mind.


“Is that a request for more? Or perhaps there is something else you would like me to do for you?” Micah didn’t wait for an answer before releasing Jefferson’s erection to cup and squeeze his sac, hard enough to border on painful.


“God.” Jefferson bit out the word, writhing beneath Micah’s grip. He eased his fingers out of Micah and gripped his hip. “Turn around. Straddle me.”


“Really?” The look on Micah’s face as he swiveled to look back at Jefferson was purely devilish. “You seem to enjoy this.”


Jefferson didn’t know if he should be shocked or pleased by Micah’s small show of defiance. As soon as Micah flexed his fingers again, pleasure won out. He dropped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut.


“Yes. Really.” His short hesitation and the strain in his voice almost undermined his words. “I can think of something else I’d enjoy more.”


Chapter 73