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

Ben moved his own hand—both of Simon’s stayed obediently in place—and dragged fingers over Simon’s cheek, over flushed skin and tear-tracks and the wetness where Ben’s cock had rubbed; he walked the hand lower, touched the collar—not pressing down, no danger, but a weight, a weight and a caress. Simon would feel it, and did feel it, and trembled everyplace, whimpering.


The sounds held Ben’s name; Ben stroked his throat along the line of the collar and breathed, “I love you, you’re mine, I’ll take care of you, now come for me, come with my collar around your neck and me fucking you,” and Simon let out a soft broken cry like fractured diamonds and did, release spilling out in hot sticky spurts between their bodies, hole tightening rhythmically around Ben’s length, buried to the hilt in his body.


Chapter 22