EroticTakeover by Tina Donahue Page B

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 voluptuous 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