EroticTakeover (6 page)

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.”

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 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?”

“Getting up. I can’t sit on your lap.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

She frowned at his arm around her waist keeping her
imprisoned against him. “You know why.”

Her face had flushed with so much color her freckles were
only a memory. Dammit, Mac wanted them back. They were cute. So were the traces
of cinnamon and sugar on her lips. Pulling her into him, he licked her mouth
clean then kissed her gently.

She stopped struggling, desire making her soft and
caressable.

Mac’s brain turned to mush with her body’s heat and scent.
She smelled of him now and of sex. Rubbing his nose against her cheek, he whispered,
“You’re so beautiful.”

She made a dismissive sound laced with embarrassment.

Aw, Jodi.

Mac wondered who’d told her she wasn’t enough for this
shitty, stupid world. Certainly not her parents. From the little Jodi had told
him about them, they sounded like fine people. He guessed the kids in school
had used Jodi as their punching bag, belittling her so they’d feel better about
themselves.

“You want to look like Krista?” he asked. “Or maybe Nadine,
Samantha, Willow?” He kept naming off his models until Jodi rested her fingers
against his mouth.

Her eyes were shiny. She spoke haltingly. “I know what
you’re trying to do and believe me, I appreciate it. But I also know how I
look, Mac. I’ve lived with this face and body all my life.”

He pulled her hand away. “That may be, but you haven’t
really seen it.”

Jodi’s shoulders trembled with sad laughter. “You got that
right. I avoid mirrors at all cost.” She sobered. “Cameras too.”

He frowned. “You have amazing coloring. Your skin’s fucking
flawless.”

“Except for my stupid freckles.”

“They’re cute, dammit. Your bod’s…” Fuck, he couldn’t find
adequate words to convey how lovely she was. Mac tightened his arm around her
waist and cupped her breast. The globe was so exquisitely soft and warm, he
groaned in delight and said what he’d been thinking since he’d first met her.
“Shit, you’re built like Jane Russell.”

Jodi’s face went blank. “Who?”

Leaning up, Mac reached around her and keyed Jane’s name
into Google. Countless movie stills from the forties came up. He gestured to
his screen.

Jodi studied the images of a pouting Jane reclined on a pile
of hay, her hair tousled, shoulders bared, lower lip thrust out.

“You can’t tell me she doesn’t scream sex,” Max said. “Hell,
do you think Howard Hughes chose her for his film because she was skinny? By
the way, Howard Hughes is—“

“I know who he is,” Jodi interrupted. She pointed at the
screen. “I don’t look anything like that.”

“Of course you don’t,” Mac shot back. “Your coloring has
hers beat by a mile.”

Sighing, Jodi sagged against him. “This is really sweet
but—“

“Sweet my ass. Let me show you something.” Leaning into her
again, Mac worked his keyboard and pulled up some shots he’d taken a few weeks
back. For these, he’d used studio lighting much as the old Hollywood pros had in
their dramatic glamour pics.

Jodi squinted at the screen and made a face. “Wow, that
model looks really bad but kind of familiar. Who is that?”

“Krista.”

“What?” Jodi leaned closer to the screen then shook her
head. “No way. The nose is wrong. This woman has uneven nostrils not to mention
a double chin. Her right boob’s bigger than her left. Her thighs are dimpled.”

“No kidding,” Mac said. “Watch.” Using Photoshop to enhance
the image, he transformed the shot from horrible to amazing.

Jodi gasped. “I don’t believe it.”

“Of course you don’t. In this business—hell, in
life
—image
is everything. Reality means shit. Remember when we were at Dilli’s and I told
you no one’s perfect? Trust me I know. Krista isn’t. To start with, she’s had a
nose job. In my opinion the surgeon fucked up her nostrils big-time. I have to
keep fixing the damn things in my shots. She’s also had her boobs enhanced but
obviously not matched to each other and maybe liposuction on her ass since it
isn’t dimpled like her thighs. If Krista doesn’t hold her head just right, like
she’s looking down her nose at you, she gets this nasty double chin.

“Nadine and all the other models are the same,” he added.
“They have tabs running with the best plastic surgeons. Some have had their
hairlines raised, ears pinned back, cheek implants, veneers, you name it. When
they’re moving around and talking, they may look perfect but it’s just an
illusion because your mind’s taking in so many things at once. However, freeze
their image in a photo and all bets are off. If the lighting isn’t perfect, it
magnifies their flaws.”

“But your shots yesterday with Krista and Rocco were
gorgeous. She looked great.”

“I struggled like hell to get the lighting right.” Mac
hugged Jodi to him. “I knew you were watching me.”

Her mouth trembled as though she were fighting a smile or
tears.

Mac traced her lips with his fingers. Jodi giggled softly.

Liking that, he murmured, “Let me shoot you, please. I swear
you’ll love what I come up with.”

* * * * *

Jodi hoped she wouldn’t regret this.

Seated on a stool in front of a backdrop of white paper, she
felt incredibly nude and as big as a whale despite what Mac had said. Krista
and the other models might not be perfect but they’d had the advantage of
plastic surgery to correct their flaws. Hell, Jodi couldn’t even afford
disposable contacts.

Without her glasses she had to guess what he was doing with
his equipment, until he turned the lights in her direction. She squinted at the
intense brightness. After a few minutes, he modified the glare, making it less
uncomfortable. A cool blast of air hit her next. He’d turned on the fan.

Quickly, Mac shut the thing off and padded to her.

With his hands on her thighs, he spread them so he had a
great view of her cunt. After a brief glance there, he slid his hands down her
arms, his attention on them, not her boobs, his expression intent.

Jodi’s skin kept tingling at his touch. She wasn’t certain
what he was doing. With the other models, he’d simply told them how to pose.
Could be she was such a virgin at this he had to do all the work for her.

He stepped back, shook his head then lifted her arms and
folded them over her head, exposing her breasts fully.

Jodi couldn’t stop her aroused sigh. She leaned toward him,
wanting his hands on her nipples and pussy.

He brushed both accidentally. Maybe on purpose. Didn’t
matter. She let out a wanting moan.

Mac made a noise that said he was deep in thought. She’d
heard it before when he worked. He tilted his head to the right then to the
left as he regarded her.

Her throat and face heated.

“No,” he said suddenly. “Don’t blush.”

Like she could help it?

With what sounded like an impatient sigh, he repositioned
her arms again. This time he had them behind her back, her wrists together.
With his knuckles beneath her chin, he tilted up her head then ran his
fingertips over her nipples.

No accident.

Her areolas tightened immediately.

“Don’t move,” Mac ordered. He padded to his camera. “After I
shoot you nude, we’ll try some waist cinchers, bustiers, a collar and—“

“What? No.” Jodi shook her head.

He planted his hands on his hips and frowned. “You moved.”

She tilted her chin back up to where he’d had it. “I don’t
think me dressed—or rather undressed in those things is such a good idea.”

“Who’s the photographer here?”

“Is that a trick question?”

Mac grinned wolfishly. “Who’s the boss?”

He had her there too. She teased, “Gonna fire me if I say
no?”

“Nope. I’m going to spank you until you learn to obey. Don’t
move.”

Tell that to her heart. The damn thing whacked against her
chest and throat at the thought of Mac turning her over his knee. The rest of
Jodi was less enthused as he moved from one side of her to the other, clicking
away, lost in his work. She fought to breathe and swallow but couldn’t.

“Good girl,” he murmured, still taking shots. “You’re not
moving at all.”

“Only because I’m scared to death.”

Mac squeezed off one more shot then lowered his camera. “Are
you going to pass out?”

Jodi hauled in a much-needed breath. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.” He resumed taking pictures.

Before long the small of her back and her neck began to
hurt. Her legs went numb. She wiggled her toes to get some circulation into
them then stopped when Mac paused and frowned at his camera.

Had she fucked up his shot? Would she come out looking like a
gargoyle because of that one misstep?

Shit, who could do this for a living? Ever since starting
there, Jodi had envied the models for having such an easy career. She’d
honestly believed that all they had to do was roll out of bed, have Hilary work
her magic on their hair and makeup, strike some poses then collect thousands in
fees.

How wrong she’d been. This was freaking hard and fucking
boring. If it hadn’t been for Mac’s cock swinging back and forth and his balls
bouncing as he moved, Jodi wouldn’t have liked it at all.

“Okay, relax for a sec,” he said, then pointed at her. “No,
I didn’t say move. I said relax. Maybe breathe.”

Maybe? “I can’t feel my legs anymore. I need to shake some
blood back into them.”

He was at her side in a moment, his arm around her waist.
“Am I working you too hard?”

Not as much as he had when she’d been bent over her desk
with his cock plowing into her. That, she’d loved. This, she could live
without. Jodi slid off the stool. For the first few seconds she had absolutely
no feeling in her legs. Then the prickly sensations hit. She gritted her teeth.
“How many more shots do you intend to take?”