by Tina Donahue
Jodi reached out to catch him. “Are you all right?”
“Perfect.” He kissed her knuckles. “Be right back.” After shuffling a few steps, Mac stopped and turned to her. “When I get back, I want you wearing nothing but skin.”
Her pulse raced.
Studying her, he finally murmured, “Please.”
His sweet request brought tears to Jodi’s eyes, smearing her vision even more. Without her glasses, he soon became a blur. From the sounds he made, she guessed he’d gone into his office. He probably had a stash of condoms there that he used when he slept with the perfect models he photographed, like the ones who’d be here later to—
Don’t do this to yourself. He wants you…at least for now. Go for it.
She sneaked a peek at the windowed wall, thinking of the car and foot traffic below. Thank god they were on the upper floor with the sun shimmering off the glass, invisible to all, even pilots in copters. With too much doubt, she peeled off her jeans, her tee then her panties and bra. Feeling horribly exposed, Jodi was about to sink to the floor and hug her knees to her chest when she thought better of it.
If Mac didn’t like how she looked, it was probably best to know that up-front. Pretending he wouldn’t notice her flaws was stupid.
The sound of a drawer slamming caught her attention. At that moment, a romantic ballad poured from the radio. Scores of violins accompanied a piano, making the tune sweetly sentimental.
A smear of movement told her Mac had returned. He approached her then stopped abruptly.
For the first time in her life, Jodi really missed her glasses, wishing she had them on so she could see his expression. Then again, maybe not. Despite her uncertainty, she faced him and waited.
Mac’s fist tightened around the Trojans in his hand. He’d taken three packets out of the box. Seeing Jodi, he suddenly realized his mistake.
He should have opted for more.
Holy shit, her coloring. Her amazing curves.
Sunlight caressed her nudity, lightening her pale skin to the color of a priceless pearl while also flaming her hair. Mac’s lips parted on a stunned sigh. He stared at her spectacular breasts and rosy nipples, the puckered areolas a slightly darker shade than her mouth. The delicate curls between her legs weren’t a drab brown but a gorgeous titian tint. He grinned so hard his face hurt.
Holy shit, he wanted her.
Unfortunately, doubt raced across her sweet face.
Why?
She squinted. “Are you okay…is everything all right?”
Of course! Jodi couldn’t see his awe because of her lousy eyesight. She probably wondered why he wasn’t moving.
“Yeah,” he said, then cleared the gravel from his voice and went to her.
She searched his face.
Mac spoke from the heart. “God you’re beautiful. I have to shoot you.”
“What?” Her eyebrows shot up. “Wait.”
No fucking way. With his fingers curled around her wrist, he led Jodi to her desk and used his forearm to push her stuff aside. Pencils and pens fell to the floor, hitting the wood with tiny taps. Papers flew. “Hop on.”
She stared at the cleared space then at him.
“I’ll help.” Mac tossed the condoms to the side then lifted her onto the desk, her ass on the edge, legs dangling over the side. “Lie back.”
She didn’t. “So you can shoot me in that position?”
“Hell no. That comes later. This first.” Cupping her breast, Mac drew her nipple into his mouth. His legs turned to jelly at how good she tasted.
She moaned throatily, her hard little tip peaking even more beneath his randy tongue. Mac suckled gently then roughly, gauging her reaction. The baser he behaved, the wilder she got, fisting her fingers in his hair to keep him close.
Bad, bad girl.
He wanted her to commit every fucking sin in the book, fully surrendered to her basest needs and his. Pulling his mouth free, Mac guided her until she was sprawled on the desk. He propped the heels of her feet on the edge and spread her legs.
Jodi’s tattered breaths slowed then stopped. “Later?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” he answered absently. Her pink folds were puffy and slick with her arousal, her body practically begging for him. Sinking to one knee, Mac savored her scent, a combination of flowers, powder and musk, then he settled his mouth on her cleft.
His legs weakened again.
She let out a prolonged, yearning moan.
Nice, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until she screamed in ecstasy. No different from him when she’d given him head. Jesus, the way she’d sucked his nuts was un-fucking-believable. Even the most experienced women he’d dated hadn’t loved his balls as Jodi had. They’d seemed to use oral sex as a way to get him in the mood for a good fuck or to thank him for a great ride.
Jodi’s lust seemed genuine. As though she really dug that part of him.
She arched her back as he worked his forefinger into her sheath. Knowing she could take more, he slipped another finger then another inside, filling her as his cock would. He flicked his tongue over her nub.
She gasped then cried, “God yeah. Don’t stop.”
She meant it. Her cunt was drenched. Stirred by her arousal, he teased her clit with his tongue, working his fingers in and out of her sheath. She tightened her pussy around him. Smiling inwardly, Mac held her nub between his teeth, letting her know there’d be no escape this time. He alternately suckled her clit and licked, judging her response.
She kept crying out, apparently liking everything he did.
God, how had he gotten so lucky? A lot of women were a bitch to please. Not her.
That, of course, made it difficult for Mac to draw out Jodi’s pleasure. Always up for a challenge, he licked her nub one last time before he traced the edge of her folds with his tongue.
She huffed hard and fast for a few moments then calmed down long enough to whine, “What are you doing? Why’d you stop?”
“I haven’t.” He suckled the inside of her thigh.
Jodi whimpered then complained, “That’s not my clit.”
Stifling a laugh, Mac murmured, “Thanks for letting me know. Is this it?” He thumbed her nub.
She went rigid and moaned in delight.
He stroked her again then ran his thumb around her clit, deliberately avoiding it.
She growled.
Mac gave her a hickey on the inside of her thigh.
“What are you doing?” She panted. “Play with myyyyyy—“
She’d stopped as Mac again fastened his mouth on her nub and licked with a fury that surprised him.
Wailing suddenly, Jodi pounded the desk with her fists, clearly reaching climax. Her reactions were as guileless as her personality. She’d come so hard her pulsing cunt squeezed his fingers.
Proud of what he’d accomplished with her, Mac rested his chin on Jodi’s mound and watched her descent. Her breasts wiggled prettily as she gulped air. The added oxygen didn’t do much for her complexion. Color stained her chest, throat and cheeks. She drove her fingers through her hair, gripping then tugging the strands as though that would help calm her.
Mac knew better. He wasn’t going to let her relax for a very long time.
He rubbed her nub. Her mouth fell open on a startled gasp.
“Too much?” he asked, figuring it was. Her poor little clit was probably still ubersensitive.
“Yeah,” she answered on a rough sigh. “But I like it.”
“Then we’ll have to do it again later.”
Jodi’s hands stalled on her hair then fell away. After a moment’s struggle, she propped herself on her elbows and looked at him.
Her expression was still dazed, her lids half closed.
“Later?” she asked.
“Sure.”
His answer seemed to rouse and concern her. “After what?”
Mac grinned. “What do you think?”
Jodi’s attention shot past him to his cameras and the other shit
he used in his business.
As much as Mac loved his work, now was the time for play. He eased his fingers from her cunt, picked up one of the foil packets and showed it to her. Jodi’s expression brightened immediately, her glow reminding Mac of someone having a religious experience. It wasn’t too far from what he felt. His hunger for her kept growing.
He pushed to his feet and offered his hand. Once he’d helped Jodi off the desk, Mac pulled her into his arms and kissed her as he hadn’t before. With absolutely no doubt or restraint, his hand gripping her ass, fondling her boob, running down her back, touching her as much as he could.
She partied as hard as he did, playing with his hair, shoulders, pecs and butt, stroking his tat, rubbing her nipples against his chest.
Within minutes, he needed air. With his forehead against hers, Mac swallowed hard, pulled in another breath then croaked out his words. “Bend over the desk, raise your ass and part your legs.”
Jodi went into a full-body blush that didn’t seem to deter Mac. He ran his gaze up and down her, lingering most on her boobs and pussy.
When she didn’t bend over the desk and display herself as he’d wanted, Mac crowded her with his body. “Do as I said or I’ll have to spank you.”
A new flash of heat shot through her so quickly Jodi’s skin burned.
Mac arched one eyebrow. “You don’t like to play those games?”
All the spit in her mouth dried up but that didn’t stop her from answering. “Later.”
He grinned. “After what?”
She caressed his thickening rod. It bloomed even more with her touch. “What do you think?”
His head lolled back. He whispered, “Whatever you want.”
Jodi licked his prominent Adam’s apple to show her thanks. While he grunted joyfully, she turned and leaned over the desk, ass lifted, legs spread widely, inviting him to mount her.
Mac didn’t waste any time. With a lull in the music, Jodi heard him tearing the foil packet then the tiny tap as it hit the floor. She imagined him guiding the silky latex down his thrilling length.
His thighs touched the backs of hers, the tip of his cock brushing her leg. She trembled at how damp it felt then whimpered at Mac running his fingers down her cleft, exploring it, before he settled on her opening.
Leaning over, he kissed her back then spoke on a rough whisper. “Ready?”
For more days and nights than she could recall. “Oh yeah.”
Making a pleased sound, he ran the tip of his cock down her slit. Jodi softened in surrender even as carnal hunger slammed through her.
This is really happening. He’s really going to—
The rest of Jodi’s thoughts died. Mac had entered her in one solid thrust, his shaft invading her depths, his balls swinging into her exactly as she’d always dreamed and wanted. She inhaled sharply at being so filled, not certain she could take much more.
Mac acted as though she could, grinding his body against hers as he sought greater penetration.
She lifted her ass to give him what he wanted because she craved it too, encouraging him to tunnel even deeper.
He did until she was near to bursting from his size.
Huffing out a breath, he gripped her hips.
She went very still, expecting him to pound into her at a frenzied pace.
Mac didn’t. He rode her with prolonged and lazy pumps, taking his time, no doubt watching his cock glide in and out of her depths.
She trembled at the image created in her mind as his hard length bore into her softer flesh, his size and strength unmistakable.
Her pussy grew even hungrier for what his cock could give it, the channel engorged with need. Suddenly, his shaft felt thicker. Harder too. The friction between them more pronounced and tantalizing.
A blast of sunlight burst through the glass. The air-conditioning kicked on, its cool breath whispering down on them. Tires whistled on the street. A few horns blared. The music turned from sweet to sultry, drums and bass instruments producing suggestive, sensual notes.
Leaning over her again, Mac slid his hand to her cleft and stroked her clit.
A flood of heat and sensations bombarded Jodi. She trembled. Mac gripped her hip more firmly, as though he wanted her to endure whatever he’d planned for her.
Was there any other way?
Her body moved in time with his. At last, Mac picked up his pace, his cock thrusting into her, demanding its due. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, increasing the resistance to drive them over the edge.
Both of them fought their climax for the longest time, gasping, moaning, the oaths they muttered crude yet appropriate to the brazen act.
On a noisy groan, Mac rubbed her clit faster, harder.
Jodi tumbled, her orgasm tearing a wild cry from her as she shuddered with pleasure.
For seconds, Mac continued to pump then finally came on a loud bellow that drowned out the music.
Damp with perspiration, they heaved air like long-distance runners after a particularly arduous marathon then drifted down together. Mac rested his freshly shaved cheek on her shoulder and snuggled his arm around her waist, holding her close, each of his breaths pushing his chest into her. Jodi wiggled her ass against his groin, wanting his cock to stay inside.
He rubbed his nose against her back and murmured something she didn’t catch.
“What?”
For several seconds, he struggled to speak then finally panted, “Thanks.”
She laughed happily. “Thank you.”
He made a noise that sounded content and beyond weary.
Little wonder. They’d both climaxed twice within an hour. Maybe a half hour. Jodi had no idea what time it was. She stifled a yawn and murmured, “Ready to rest now?”
Mac swallowed loudly then sighed, “Just for a few minutes.”
“We can take longer than that. No one’s going to be here until ten or so.”
“Good thing.” He combed her hair with his fingers. “We’re not finished.”
How nice that sounded. She spoke on a sleepy sigh, “No?”
“Definitely no.” Mac wound a strand of her hair around his fingers. “Now that I’ve finally got you naked, I can’t wait to shoot you.”
Chapter Six
Jodi went so quiet Mac wondered if she’d conked out on him.
Brushing his knuckles against her cheek, he whispered, “You asleep?”
“No.”
He hesitated at the sudden edge in her voice. Not certain why her mood had gone from relaxed to crappy in two seconds flat, he treaded carefully. “If you want, we can take a snooze on the sofa for a couple of minutes, finish breakfast then—“
“No.”
It was an effort, but Mac eased his torso up so he could see her. She’d curled her fingers into fists and squeezed her eyes tight as though she were in serious pain.
“Hey are you okay? Am I too heavy? Did I hurt you?”
Jodi sighed. It sounded really sad. “No.”
No? Mac made a face, wishing she’d say more than that one fucking word. “What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then why are you answering me in monosyllables? If something’s bugging you, can you at least spit it out? Unfortunately I can’t read your mind.”
Looking over, she glared at him.
Clearly they were having their first fight and she’d failed to give him the agenda for it. Not wanting to piss her off any more than she already was, Mac tried to recall what he’d said and done in the last few minutes so he’d have a clue what to say next.
The memory of her wanton moans and his crude growls filled his mind pleasantly. After that, they’d talked about taking a nap, doing this again, him photographing—
Uh-oh. He recalled her earlier alarm when she’d thought he was going to shoot her sprawled over the desk. The idea had occurred to him, along with countless other X-rated scenarios. Bondage. Submission. Discipline. All with a dated look to match her voluptu
ous figure and exquisite coloring.
Mac’s pulse beat crazily with renewed excitement, the photographer in him aching to pose Jodi as a fantasy woman from the eighteen-eighties. He imagined the elaborate hairstyles and restrictive undergarments of the Victorian era, wide velvet ribbons worn about women’s throats, not unlike collars demanded by Doms for their subs. Downcast eyes. A hint of shame in them from having bared so much forbidden flesh.
Shit, Jodi didn’t want to do that?
Given how tense she was beneath him, Mac already had his answer. Not that he intended to let it stand. Straightening, he stepped back. His cock slid out of her cunt.
Jodi pushed to her elbows and twisted around to look at him. “What are you doing?”
Finally he’d gotten her to string together enough words for a whole sentence. He pulled off the condom. “Getting rid of this.”
“In my wastebasket?”
His hand stalled before he dropped the rubber. Evidently she was concerned about one of the models or crew seeing the condom laying limply on her G-rated trash. “Be right back.”
Jodi stood. Before she moved too much, Mac pushed his face into hers. “Don’t you dare get dressed. We need to talk.”
She leaned away. “About what?”
Not answering, he padded into the bathroom, ditched the condom and washed off. Took him two minutes, tops. Just enough time for Jodi to have thrown on all her clothes and his too.
To Mac’s surprise and delight, she was still gloriously naked when he got back. She hadn’t even put on her specs. Watching him, she chewed her cinnamon crunch bagel nervously. Without comment, Mac let her finish eating. After brushing crumbs from her boobs, he took her hand.
She held back. “Are we going to talk now?”
“Yep.”
When he tried to lead her away from the sofa, she resisted, “Where?”
“Don’t worry, we’re not going outside like this.” He brought her into his office, sank into his chair and pulled her onto his lap.
Rather than melting into him as he wanted, she went rigid and tried to get up.
Mac sensed what this was about. Although it pissed him off royally and made him fucking sad, he kept his cool. “What are you doing?”
