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He grins and, damn, I'm solid, he's so breathtakingly gorgeous I want to bury my c**k deep inside him until he's moaning out my name. I shake my head. Stop, focus Diego, you need to concentrate on the task in hand not f**k your f**k toy. "Ese Diego es Beau, uno de los hombres de Dominique Colbone". (That Diego, is Beau, one of Dominique Colbone’s men.) I grinned widely. “¿Qué están haciendo aquí en Madrid?” (What are they doing here in Madrid?) “En eso estamos trabajando. Lo que sí sabemos es que entraron con pasaportes falsos, por lo que obviamente están huyendo de algo o de alguien”. (That we are working on. What we do know is that they entered on fake passports, so obviously they are running from something or someone.) I grin. "Éso es Todo lo que Necesito Saber." (That's all I need