“Do it.” Micah immediately bent his knees, but Jefferson caught his shoulder, stopping him. A small, inquisitive smile played on his lips. “Where did you learn that?”
The flush that crept over his skin had nothing to do with the desire racing through his veins. “From the young woman I hired when I returned to Boston. Not that she taught me how, but rather, that she used such methods to arouse me.” His color deepened. “Though it was only partially successful. I didn’t get aroused until I imagined it was you, and then…that’s when I fled.”
Jefferson’s eyes widened as he listened to Micah’s story, but the smile never quite left his face. “I think we should definitely take the time to explore that method further.” He kissed Micah’s fevered skin, his lips cool. “After we look over the letters.
