"Sequel to Leather and Tea
Retired secret agent Ben Smith has never been happier: married to his romance-novelist husband, settled into their life together, learning to bake scones because Simon likes them. But all Ben’s training and skills can’t deflect the car accident, or the injuries. Simon’s not badly hurt, but Ben can’t stop thinking about it. He promised to keep Simon safe, in bed and out of it. But what if he can’t?
It’s been three weeks. Simon’s been going crazy. He’s completely fine now, but his husband keeps treating him like glass, fragile and breakable. Simon isn’t breakable, though, and misses Ben’s hands, the touch of leather, cuffs and caresses and the thrill of submission.
He’s just going to have to prove to his husband he’s safe and alive and ready for anything. And he’s a romance writer, after all, so he’s going to make this a perfect scene, and a morning to remember."
A Leather and Tea Morning By K.L. Noone In the onyx crevices of night, surrounded by satin-stripe sheets and pillow-mountains and bed-coziness, Ben Smith, former Agency operative and currently delightedly married Academy instructor, attempted poking his husband in the ribs. For the second time. “Simon. Simon.” “Completely asleep. Go away.” “You love me.” “Wholeheartedly, indubitably, and eternally. Also sleepily.” But a hand curled up and found Ben’s, fingers lacing together in the dark. The touch held the usual unspoken question: was it a nightmare, whose face did you see, which memory of a mission performed too well, can I hold you, let me help. Simon permanently wanted to help. Simon existed as a petite blond whirlwind of misplaced umbrellas and leaning book-towers and optimism he