Mahiro became a professional figure skater for one reason -- the object of his lust from the time he was a teenager, Alex Breschi. But he never advanced far enough for Alex to notice him. Now Alex is retired from skating and working as a thriller author, while Mahiro gracefully bowed out of competition to become a successful app developer and professional Dom in New York City.<br><br>Reality and fantasy collide at a penthouse play party when Mahiro meets his idol. Alex is researching a book, and he wants to learn more about the lifestyle. In fact, he wants to be trained as a submissive. By Mahiro.<br><br>Mahiro knows it's a terrible idea. He's hardly objective, and Alex is a novice. Still, all those years of longing shatter his reserve, and he cannot refuse to have the man of his dreams in his hands.  He's going to make sure Alex notices him now. It's only a business arrangement, and since Alex is returning to Russia in a few months, Mahiro can have some fun without divulging his past ... or his obsession. What does he have to lose?

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Alex captures that hand in his own, presses a kiss to the palm. His heart is beating in his throat and he knows Mahiro was telling the absolute truth—Mahiro is right in the middle of this maelstrom with him.


“He wants you to come over. Tonight. On a Sunday.” Chris’s flat disbelief is, honestly, a bit disheartening.


“Yes, he asked me to come,” Alex says, flipping through his chest of drawers. “I cannot fucking believe I only have one pair of clean underwear left and it’s thispair,” he snarls and throws his green boxers on the bed and starts digging in his laundry basket. He might have time to hand-wash a pair and get them dry before seven. It’s only three thirty now. “He said he felt, and I quote, that he needs this.” Alex finds the blue briefs he’s been hunting for and grins, triumphant. “So I’m going. He wants me, Chris. He wantsme.”


Chapter 27