"Some nights, American secret agent Ben Smith just wants to come home to his husband. He misses that English accent and smile and, of course, Simon on his knees. He wants his perfect submissive at his feet, so the world and his mission can fall away.
Some nights, romance writer Simon Ashley misses his dashing American other half. Tea is nice, but it can’t pin him down in bed and make him beg, reminding him he’s loved and belongs to someone. He wants to forget everything and everyone he’s left behind, and just belong to Ben.
Tonight they both get what they want when Ben comes home early. tea is very nice ... but so is leather."
Leather and Tea By K.L. Noone Ben Smith came home early, on a damp stone-colored evening full of coastal gloom; he let himself in through the front door and paused to smile, because the air was filled with the scent of tea and the low rumble of the heat turned on, and the even warmer sight of his husband curled up under blankets on the pillowy sofa. He set down his bag and kicked off his shoes and padded across the carpet, soundless out of long-established habit. Shed keys and watch and gun and other gun along the way, leaving them all on a side table along with the weariness of the mission, and sat down carefully next to Simon on the sofa. The pillows attempted, as they generally did, to swallow him up in fluff. He poked them in retaliation, surreptitiously. They always had liked Simon
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