Tadzio Andresen Miller brushed his long, blond hair in the mirror’s reflection. As he gently rolled the soft bristles under a curl in his hair, he glanced at the padded bra he wore.
Tadzio set the brush down and gazed at himself, his full lips and painted eyes. Born a boy in Rosengård, Sweden, Tadzio knew he was a girl from an early age. With his androgynous looks and appeal, Tadzio was perfect for the fashion runways.
Slender, five-foot nine, Tadzio began taking hormone treatments at thirteen, avoiding growing a beard or filling out into a man. Since he was very fair-complected, he had very little body hair.
And very soon, Tadzio was going to get breast augmentation, finally!
He was twenty-five years old, and had been dreaming of a full figure since he could remember.
Tadzio noticed movement in the mirror’s glass.
Warm hands ran down his shoulders and upper arms, and soft kisses caressed his neck.
Chills washed up Tadzio’s spine. He set the brush aside and purred as his forty-five year old husband, the former Los Angeles police officer turned CEO, ran kisses up his neck to his earlobe.
Steve, his blue eyes smoldering, his chiseled good looks sending Tadzio’s body into heat, stared at Tadzio through the mirror.
Tadzio turned to face him, and opened Steve’s jeans, tugging down the zipper. He dipped his fingers into Steve’s clothing, gazing at his husband as he did.
“Do you want to come with me to help Mom unpack?” Steve used his index finger to draw a line down Tadzio’s neck to his sternum.
“Iz okay if I stay wit Alec?” Tadzio touched Steve’s cock with his fingertips when he found his dick tucked to one side of his clothing.
“Whatever you want.” Steve kissed him; hot, sexy, swirling tongues.
When they parted, Tadzio smiled up at him. “When we go back to Paradise?”
“I need to be back at Miller-Richfield tomorrow morning.”
Tadzio giggled, because the company’s name was Richfield-Miller International, but his powerful former cop, liked it his way. “Yes, Steven.”
“I’ve requested the jet to take us back after dinner. So you can have a nice visit with Alex.” Steve caressed Tadzio’s milky skin. “When do you want to schedule the breast surgery?”
“Soon. I want soon.” Tadzio removed his hand from Steve’s jeans and zipped them back up for him.
“Why don’t you call Dr Love and find out when you can do it? I don’t mind coming back here for that.”
“But, I will stay here, wit Alec and Billy when I recover? Not home?” Tadzio wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, pressing their crotches together, gazing up at his tall man.
“I don’t know how you’ll feel right after. I doubt you’ll be able to hop on a plane, even a private one.” Steve rocked him side to side gently.
“Yes. But, who will help wit Izak?” Tadzio had offered to be a nanny for Mark Antonious Richfield’s newborn son. He and Steve, who was Mark’s ex-husband, and Mark’s new husband, Stan Charles Richfield, lived in a sprawling estate in Paradise, California.
“You let Mark and Stan worry about that. I want you to be happy.”
“Oh, Steven…” Tadzio hugged him tight. “I am happy. So happy wit you.”
Steve touched Tadzio under his chin and urged him to look at him. When they met gazes, Steve said, “I love you.”
Tadzio crushed him in his embrace. “I love you too.”
