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went dry, so he swallowed. He and Ryan shared partners once in a while,
sometimes when they went out to the clubs. They’d share a fuck, but they’d never
crossed the line, as much as Logan wished they had. They shared, but were never
intimate with each other. He’d watched that feral look darken Ryan’s eyes when
he slid into his commanding persona. More than once Logan wished that dominance
was directed at him. He never gave up control, never bottomed except when he
fucked himself with his fingers or a dildo in his bed alone at night, but he
wanted Ryan in him, and he wanted his best friend to take him over. Completely.
    Logan would never have it, but Ryan
needed it, so as his best friend, Logan ordered up a fantasy. A phone call and
a whole lot of money later, here they were.
    “You bought me a prostitute?” Ryan
stepped forward, fury on his face and his fists balled. “Are you out of your
fucking mind?”
    “What? No.” Logan held up his hands.
“It’s not—”
    “A fucking
prostitute, Logan?” Ryan grabbed the front of Logan’s shirt
and shook him. “Cancel it, right now.”
    Logan licked his dry lips. He shouldn’t
like it, but he did. Ryan’s angry eyes flashing at him. The tight grip on his shirt, Ryan’s knuckles grazing the bare
skin at his neck. He liked it. His cock throbbed, and he looked away.
He’d lose his best friend, and that wasn’t a chance he was ever willing to
take. The alternative was better, so he resolved to suffer in silence.
    “This isn’t a prostitute thing, Ry.” He
jerked away from Ryan’s hold. “This is about fantasies, yours and those of the
guy who’s on his way here. Fulfilling them.” A gorgeous blond with blue eyes. Someone he knew Ryan
wouldn’t be able to resist.
    Ryan combed his fingers through his dark
hair. “You’d better give me something better than that bullshit. Explain
yourself, Logan.”
    Logan swallowed the Yes, Sir that swelled on his tongue. “This is about bringing
likeminded people together. You want someone to control, and someone else wants
to be controlled. The company simply brings you two together.”
    Ryan scoffed. “What kind of place is it,
and how did you hear of it?”
    Logan shrugged. “I hear things. All I,
and the other people who’ve used the services got, is a phone number. There’s
no website, no name. Just that phone number. You call them and tell them what
you want, and they find someone who fits your needs.” He’d spent a fair amount
of time on the phone, talking to an automated female voice as he put his plans
together.
    Ryan sank onto the bed. “I don’t—I don’t
understand.”
    Logan smiled. “The guy who’ll be yours
for the night paid a fee, a very handsome fee, I might add, to have the
pleasure of being with you. Of having you dominate him. It’s a onetime deal.
People pay to have their pleasures sated, one night only.”
    “So, he’s not—”
    “An escort? A prostitute?” Logan shook his head. “No. He’s a
professional, a businessman in his own right.” He’d been sent information on
the guy, Cassidy James, along with a photo. He was twenty-nine, had a clean
bill of health, and was a lawyer. “His fantasy is to be controlled, so he paid
for it. Yours is to control, and I paid for that. The company only exists to
make sure you two meet.”
    Ryan stared up at him, eyes bright and
focused. Logan fought a shiver. “You did this for me?”
    Sadness squeezed Logan’s chest. He
forced a smile. “I’m your best friend. I’d do anything for you.” God, that hurt to say, because it was so fucking true. He’d
do anything, even deny himself what he wanted.
    Ryan jumped to his feet and pulled Logan
into a tight hug. “You’re crazy, you know that?” he mumbled against Logan’s
neck.
    Logan barked a shaky laugh. “I know.” He
slapped Ryan on the back, took a quick whiff of his hot skin, then stepped back
before his friend felt the erection Logan couldn’t contain. “I’m gonna go. Leave