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Skylar felt his balls being crushed between two boulders called Salvation and Disaster.

Diamond knew that all the evils of the world arose from people wishing to be to be something other than what they are, and that desire gave birth to despair, covetousness, and sickness.

Across the room, all eyes were on them. Sounds of work had stopped entirely. [...]Peter shifted his attention over his shoulder to his employees, and everyone scattered like he'd pulled a pin on a grenade and thrown it into their midst. As they went back to their foxholes, he returned his focus to Georgia.
"That's two." He held up two fingers. "Three's my limit."

Great sex did not a relationship make, especially not between and weapons dealer and a (view spoiler)[DEA agent (hide spoiler)]. It was foolish and selfish and dangerous to get caught up in the moment. To romanticize what they shared.