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"I can’t believe you broke out the 1939 Macallan" Peter examined the bottle of whiskey

"Youto die this tirin "Well, it is your second tour Two strikes"

"Man has that reed The athletic CFO dodged Peter’s affable punch, leaning back in the spacious VIP booth that allowed plenty of room for the five men, all at or above six feet tall, with shoulder spans to uys are terrible," their waitress decided, a dark-eyed Spanish beauty with a na that said Maria With extreme pleasure, Peter noted the lushness of her breasts, presented with ht hold of her velvet blue corset

Nothing got hi like a corset, the way it held a wouys knew him well There was no better place than an upscale BDSM club to bring him the week before he shipped out

"Honey, where you going?" she asked

"Afghanistan"

"Iraq’s too tame for hiet slack, cozy up to some doe-eyed beauty with an IED under her burka One a lot like you, gorgeous" Ben raised his e her a lazy, appreciative look

She snorted delicately at the green-eyed, dark-haired lawyer and flipped a corkscrew out of her short apron "I better get a good tip frorand, last I heard"

"Yeah, but he blew his entire wad on it," Jon said "He’s trying to cooods"

Even as Jon spoke, Peter noted the engineering genius of their five- absently around the club, which probably reat invention, andof the universe, all while deterht

"Bullshit," Ben snorted "You can be right with the universe and enjoy the finer parts of it Like our gorgeous server Want to share a sip with us, darling? There’s rooh you’ll find far more to satisfy you on hed, expertly re, but not allowed, precioso Do you like toffee?" she asked Peter

As he nodded, she poured a draught and handed it to him "Must be why your friend chose it Despite his mierda, I think he knows a lot about you" Ben raised a brow "You’ve had Macallan before"

"You think you’re the only high roller who’s ever coh, precioso? This is The Zone, the most upscale fetish club in the South And I do drink When I’ave hieously "We’re delighted to have you here You call ht latex black pants, a dia provocatively at her nape froave Jon a nod and he shifted right, hard Too late, Ben grabbed for the table, ending up on his ass on the floor as the ht, keep it up Next tial snarl, this lawyer’ll keep his ton, their boss, but as roup as the alpha as part of the pack, bared his teeth in a grin "You "

"I know too much about all of you" Ben, unimpressed, put hiaze "Plus, no one else will put up with your crap What do you think, soldier?"

Peter had taken a s He closed his eyes "Hell, Ben This is the shit"

"I beg to differ It is definitely not shit" But Ben smiled, poured for hilasses and brought the further was said, each conteht Peter here