Chapter 9
It had been a most satisfactory assignment, and I swaggered through the corridor, greeting agents whom I knew, support staff whom I recognised.
“Trevalyan, old man!”
“Good show!”
“I imagine that will teach the Russkies a thing or two!”
The door to our office was open, and I leaned against it, absorbing the sight of my lover. Jeremy was at his desk, speaking into a recorder, the results of which would be transcribed at a later time by our secretary. He’d filled out nicely over the years, and I enjoyed running my hands over his arms, his torso, his…other parts. He never would be very muscular, but he no longer looked as if a mild breeze would bowl him over.
I rapped lightly on the door frame, and he looked up, his gaze lighting with pleasure when he realised it was I. He had
