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

“Passion,” he starts, and Adam blinks. “Fire. Not just passion for my body, but passion for life, for living. Someone who wantsme. Someone who gets me, who laughs and jokes with me. Who will take me out to dance all night then take me home and wreckme.” Something more than a plaything, something more than a silly infatuation. Something real. Something deep.Chris rubs his fingers over the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, that was probably TMI.”


Adam’s eyes are huge, lips parted on a breath. “Come on, we’re going somewhere,” he says, and shoves back from the table.


Chris looks at Adam’s bowl, half-full and abandoned. “What? Where?”


“You’ll see,” he says, and pulls Chris out of the store by the hand.


Where ends up being a club tucked away in Hell’s Kitchen, a dark, dingy place reverberating with hip grinding, ass-shaking music and cheap drinks, and packed wall to wall with some of the most gorgeous guys Chris has seen in ages.


Chapter 85