She shook her head. "I want it to be true."
"Then say it, because it is."
His gaze could turn fierce in a blink, his hands on her waist, lifting her. Remarkably, she found he was still hard enough to push inside her, hold her on him, his hands bracketed on her shoulders, thumbs rubbing against the base of her collar, the sensitive part of her throat.
"Say it, Madison. Who does your Master belong to?"
She swallowed, holding his gaze. "Me. You're mine."
"Yeah." Those mesmerizing eyes held her as powerfully as his hands. "Move for me, sweet slave. Stroke my cock."
They both began to move then, slow, easy, like the rise and fall of the tides. She held his gaze, and felt everything that was wrapped into this denouement. Logan and Madison, love, Dominance, submission. It wasn't the labels that defined what they would be to each other. . . it was who they were, deep in their souls. All the rest just tangled with it in a glorious tapestry that would become their love story.
Hopefully a love story that would never end.
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"I can't believe you broke out the 1939 Macallan." Peter examined the bottle of whiskey. "You must think I'm going to die this time."
Ben slanted him a grin. "Well, it is your second tour. Two strikes."
"Man has that much luck, it's got to run out," Lucas agreed. 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 match.
"You guys are terrible," their waitress decided, a dark-eyed Spanish beauty with a name tag that said Maria. With extreme pleasure, Peter noted the lushness of her breasts, presented with mouthwatering appeal over the tight hold of her velvet blue corset. Nothing got him going like a corset, the way it held a woman's body, the subtle implications of restraint. The guys 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 him," Matt put in. "He'd be bored."
"He'll get slack, cozy up to some doe-eyed beauty with an IED under her burka. One a lot like you, gorgeous." Ben raised his empty glass, giving 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 from a group guzzling down Macallan. This goes for about ten grand, last I heard."
"Yeah, but he blew his entire wad on it," Jon said. "He's trying to compensate for spiritual emptiness with material goods."
Even as Jon spoke, Peter noted the engineering genius of their five-man team was gazing absently around the club, which probably meant Jon was solving physics equations, creating the next great invention, and meditating on the meaning of the universe, all while determining which woman he'd take to Nirvana with him tonight.
"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 room on Peter's lap, though you'll find far more to satisfy you on mine."
Peter kicked him under the table, but Maria laughed, expertly removing the cork. "Tempting, 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 come through, precioso? This is The Zone, the most upscale fetish club in the South. And I do drink. When I'm off duty, and if the company's worthwhile." She gave him a saucy look, checking him out just as outrageously. "We're delighted to have you here. You call me if you need anything."
As she sauntered away in the skintight latex black pants, a diamond pendant dangling provocatively at her nape from the choker she wore, Ben leaned out. Peter gave 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 men burst out laughing.
"All right, keep it up. Next time you guys get yourself in a legal snarl, this lawyer'll keep his mouth shut."
Matt Kensington, their boss, but as much a part of their group as the alpha wolf was part of the pack, bared his teeth in a grin. "You might not have a job for long."