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

Mahiro tucks his fingers under the ropes and catches Alex’s warm glance. Each brush of his fingers now carries the weight of expectation, the expression of everything they can be together. Mahiro can feel the burn of arousal and affection under his skin as he drags that touch up and over Alex’s hips, the dip of his spine. Alex has charmed his way through all of Mahiro’s defenses, and the ropes he’s crossed over Alex’s chest could just as well be over his own heart.


“You’re doing so well, my beauty,” Mahiro says and looks into Alex’s eyes. He’s smiling, and he twists slightly to get a good look down his body at Mahiro’s handiwork.


“I’d like a photo, if I may,” he says hesitantly. “I’d like to see better, later.”


Mahiro nods at Adam, who gets the hint and grabs Mahiro’s phone from the inside of his cabinet and unlocks it. “Want me to wait until—”


“Yes,” Mahiro says. “I’m not finished.”


Chapter 47