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"Somebody to spank me and call me a naughty boy. I have been very naughty after all. Unfortunately, I can't find a man who resembles my father enough to fulfill the fantasy, so that brings me to you for my entertainment. What to do, what to do." He seemed to contemplate his options as his eyes raked down the other's form.

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Saturday night, New York. This city never sleeps and even less on the weekends. Tony already had a few drinks and was dancing with a cute blonde to the beats of the music. There was no way he would take her home, the evening was still young and there were more interesting guys and girls at the club, but she was a good dancer and right now he didn’t cared about anything else but dancing.

"I never implied I thought you were a weapons dealer, just that you might know one who could provide me with everything I need. Unless you already have those items. I'd love to take them off your hands."

Daken was a shadow on the wall, letting his pheromones take hold and cause the hairs on the back of his neck come to a point before he revealed himself. "Brock," he cooed. "It's been a long time."