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

“Mmmph,” Mahiro mumbles and turns into Alex’s chest. “Don’t like mornings.” He presses a kiss to Alex’s sternum and Alex shivers a bit. “I do like this, though.” Mahiro kisses his chest again before dragging his mouth over to lave a hot, wet tongue against Alex’s nipple. Alex gasps, cock stirring and body starting to hum.


“I’ll take any morning you can give me if it’s like this,” Alex says and arches under Mahiro’s mouth. “Fuck, Mahiro.”


“Mmmm. That’s the idea,” Mahiro says and slides up Alex’s body, turning him onto his back and settling into the cradle of Alex’s hips. He’s hard, pulsing against the crease of Alex’s groin, and when he rolls his hips, Alex groans aloud.


“Tell me you’ve got lube up here,” Alex says and trails his fingers down the dip in Mahiro’s spine and over his ass.


Mahiro stops stock-still, and Alex blinks at him in confusion.


“Um, well…” Mahiro starts, then drops his head to Alex’s chest, blushing.


Chapter 74