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

Alex takes his hands. “I’m fine. Seriously. You’ve got to go or you’re going to be late. You’ve got to get changed. Oh, wait, here—” Alex opens a drawer and pulls out his faded Stars on Ice 2006 T-shirt and hands it over. It should fit him. “That way you’re not quite so conspicuous, if you like.”


Mahiro just stares at it. “I, um. Thank you.” He changes quickly and they leave the bedroom, only to hear the door unlock and Christopher quietly try to sneak in, wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt, a bag in his hand.


Alex and Mahiro grin at each other when he stops stock-still at their appearance in the foyer. Busted.


“Well, well, well, look who decided to do an even worse walk of shame than me,” Mahiro says and slowly walks over to give Chris an exaggerated inspection of his wrists. “Did you and Adam have a good time?”


Chris laughs. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, cheri, considering the hickeys I can see all over Alex’s neck.”


Chapter 62