Ashton Laytham was a happy little boy until, at the age of seven, he lost his parents. Sent to Fayerweather to be brought up by his uncle and his uncle’s wife, he was perceived to be an unhappy, unlovable child. Shunned by family and servants and permitted no friends to visit, he grows to adulthood alone and aloof, with only an occasional illicit rendezvous to lighten his days. When his uncle dies, leaving the estate virtually bankrupt, it’s left to Ashton to make good on his uncle’s gaming debts and save Fayerweather. But how? The family talisman, worth thousands of pounds, has been stolen and the suspects vanished in the night, leaving Ashton to face the loss of the home he’s come to love. Geo Stephenson, who works in His Majesty’s civil service, has ghosts of his own. The product of a marriage of convenience, Geo has known all his life his father never loved his mother, and he vows that will never happen to him. Marked by a physical scar earned in battle, none of his previous lovers could bear looking at it without shuddering; his mental scars are due to the many friends lost in useless battles. Geo arrives with a fistful of Sir Eustace Laytham’s IOUs and a solution: Ashton accommodating him in bed, thereby paying off the debt. Attracted to Geo in spite of himself and desperate for any human kindness, Ashton agrees ... never expecting to lose his heart to a man who has sworn he’ll never give his. Can these two men find a measure of happiness together?

Bless Us With Content

I slid a finger into him, and he stiffened. I replaced it with a finger of my other hand, and teased his prick with feather-light touches.


That distracted him, and he was soon moaning again, unaware when a second finger joined the first, and then a third, each with a goodly quantity of the lotion on it.


He jerked and yelped when I found that spot within him and paid particular attention to it. He began thrusting his hips back at me, taking my fingers deeper into his body. He whined when I released his prick.


“Patience, Geo.” I coated my prick with the lotion and then carefully withdrew my fingers


“Hush, dear one. I’ve no intention of leaving you.” I raised his leg, parted his nether cheeks, and put the head of my prick to him. With slow, careful movements, I slid into him, always taking care lest he give me any sign I was hurting him.


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