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other man know that it wasn‟t an emergency signal.
    The towel he‟d been drying glasses with went into the laundry bin beside the door as Ben headed through it and into the hallway that connected the bar to the kitchen and storerooms. Down the hall, he stopped to wash his hands in the employee restroom before heading up the back stairway to the playrooms. Then, using the duplicate key, he let himself into room three.
    On the table beside the door, Ben spotted the scotch bottle; it was more than half full. He breathed a little easier. The more Vance drank, the longer the punishment lasted. It looked like Ben wouldn‟t have to spend too long wielding the whip this time.
    After closing and locking the door behind him, Ben turned, took three steps into the room, and froze. His breath was sucked away when he spotted his friend naked, sprawled on his back across the black suede comforter. In the dim lights thrown by the Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
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    bedside lamps, the natural reddish brown tone of Vance‟s skin seemed pale. Just as his best friend‟s sudden appearance at the Club had surprised Ben earlier that night, the sight of him naked on the bed stole his breath and had his heart ready to burst out of his rib cage.
    Every other time they‟d been in this room, Vance had been careful to remain covered, if not in his boxer briefs, then in a pair of jeans, fatigues, or slacks. He had never gone naked before. But this time his usual black cotton boxer briefs were missing, and evidence of his tendency to sunbathe nude was apparent in the lack of tan lines at his hips and thighs.
    With one arm stretched over his eyes, he looked on the edge of sleep. The thick leather cuffs he wore, with their steel D-rings and buckles, appeared innocuous against his muscled wrists and forearms. The sight of his flaccid cock, startlingly large despite its soft state, resting in a nest of jet and silver curls stirred Ben‟s own member to life.
    Imagining taking Vance‟s thick stalk down his throat or up his ass had Ben fighting for control of both his arousal and his breathing.
    Vance was so damned beautiful that Ben ached at the sight of him. It took everything he had to keep from stripping off his clothes and climbing into bed with him. Maybe this time it would happen. Maybe this time, he‟d have the nerve to actually kiss Vance and show him how he felt. Ben doubted the other man realized just how intimidating Vance‟s sexuality was to him.
    Twin bullet wounds and scars left by shrapnel showed pink against Vance‟s darker skin, distracting Ben from his sexual thoughts, but not deflating his interest.
    Hoping to inject some humor into the tense atmosphere, Ben cleared his throat. “So, what‟s with the au naturel look?”
    Vance‟s arm came up. His teal eyes watched Ben‟s face as though analyzing every nuance of his expression before moving down his body. Vance seemed to weigh Ben‟s brown shirt, khaki slacks, and brown loafers. Ben could swear he was doing a careful study of his body. Having stuck to the rigorous fitness routines he‟d learned while in 20
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    the military, Ben knew the younger man would find nothing lacking in his physique.
    Hoping to tease a smile out of him, Ben quipped, “Like what you see?”
    Buried in his friend‟s gray eyes, Vance spied the heat generated by arousal rather than curiosity. They‟d been dancing around each other for the last few years, and they both knew it. Rolling off the bed, he stepped in close, invading the older man‟s space.
    He looked up a few inches to meet Ben‟s gaze. “Yes. I‟ve liked it since the first time our CO dropped me into your unit.”
    Moving back a step, Vance tamped down on the surprise generated by the heat stirring in his groin. He should have known that, despite all the times he‟d failed to induce arousal in his body over the last six months, being close to Ben would reignite the fire. He ignored the twitch of his thickening cock, trying