Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Once, one of Anatoly's lovers had commented he was only good at two things - chess and sex. He had proved the former earlier in the day, and had gone about proving the former in as spectacular a fashion as he could. He had then gone on to prove just how good he was not at relationships by leaving the next morning, leaving only a hastily written note.

This situation was different in just about every conceivable way. There was no match, he would be going nowhere the next day without Lex by his side. What hadn't changed was his devotion to his partner's pleasure.

He lifted his head to smile at her, his fingers skimming the inside of her thigh. "Shall I keep going, then?"