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?

Florentine

When their lips finally meet in a shuddering, tearful, desperate kiss that has the longing of weeks, the weight of years behind it, Mahiro knows he won’t.


They don’t stop kissing; once the floodgates are open, the taboo removed, they don’t stop kissing each other even as the shower spray soaks them both, makes them both weak with heat and overstimulation and steam.


Mahiro drowns in it, in the sensation of little nips and licks at Alex’s lips, in the way Alex will suck lightly on his bottom lip or trace the inside of Mahiro’s mouth with his tongue. He’s got both hands full of Alex’s perfect ass, his mouth occupied with Alex’s tongue, and this is where he wants to stay forever.


“Mmm. Going to run out of hot water eventually,” Mahiro says and places a quick peck at the corner of Alex’s mouth. “Should have used the bath.”


Chapter 35