Retired secret agent Ben Smith will do anything for his husband. So when Simon's brother calls from London to say he's being blackmailed, Ben and Simon pack up and head to the glittering world of English aristocratic younger sons and parties and incriminating photographs. The mission itself isn't complicated -- but it's a reminder of the past, even as Ben's been trying to move on.<br><br>Simon Ashley adores his husband, and loathes most of his family ... except for the older brother who once gave him a home. He's here because Stephen needs help, but being back in the family house stirs up too many memories, none of them pleasant.<br><br>In London, Ben and Simon will confront a blackmailer, face the past, and find comfort in each other ... with some leather and tea, of course.

Leather and Tea in London

“Come on.” Ben leaned down over him, bumped a nose into his cheek, landed a kiss. “You want me to fuck you like this, love? You still feeling good? Or is it getting too much?”


“No…” Simon murmured. “Not too much…want you…want you in me…green…please, Ben, yours…”


“Okay. Love you.” He sat back up, knelt between Simon’s lax spread legs. That hole, so pink and stretched and wet with lube, winked at him; he gave into temptation and rubbed his cock against it, not penetrating, just watching his length pump against his husband’s ass, between freshly-spanked cheeks and a frame of skilled confining rope-work. Simon sighed dazedly, sweet and hot beneath him. All his.


He lined up and pushed in, and felt the clutch and the grip and the slickness all along his shaft; he drew back and thrust harder, and then again, deeper, faster.


Chapter 12