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would—assuming he was straight.
    Given that, Jodi wondered if Mac had watched her because
he’d been worried about her quitting and taking off. Oh right. As if she
were that indispensable. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of others who’d
do just as well here. Probably for a whole lot less than Mac paid her.
    Worried suddenly, she asked, “Are you satisfied with my
work?”
    He smiled. A slow, lazy grin that made her pussy wet.
    “Very much.” He studied her eyes then her mouth where he
lingered. “I like having you here.”
    “Yo, Mac,” Rocco bellowed. “Can we get a move on? These fucking
pants are killing me.”
    “Coming,” Mac hollered. With a sigh, he pushed away from the
desk then turned back to her. “I want you to be happy here. I want you to stay.
You need anything, you let me know. Got it?”
    Jodi did and didn’t. What she needed, he wouldn’t be able to
deliver. Like a good assistant, she nodded meekly even as her heart kept
slamming into her throat at his remembered words.
    “I like having you here.”
    * * * * *
    Once Mac was in the zone, even a magnitude-nine earthquake
wouldn’t have broken his concentration. The man didn’t need food, water or a
bathroom break the way his crew did. For hours, he shot Krista and Rocco,
ignoring their repeated gripes as he and Cait staged them in countless poses, each
one more provocative than the last. Krista naked and chained. Krista’s ass
offered up for punishment. Krista on her knees before Rocco, her expression
begging him to use her.
    Jodi shoved her glasses up her nose and stared at the newest
images she’d downloaded from Mac’s memory card. In several, he’d used
techniques known as high-speed and motion-blur. Some of the shots captured the
strap as it connected with Krista’s uplifted butt, the leather curling around
her beautifully rounded cheeks, very nearly caressing them as a guy’s hands
would. The pictures were surprisingly sensual. The longing expression on
Krista’s face the stuff of Jodi’s wet dreams.
    Pleasure like that wasn’t just for men. Jodi was living
proof of a woman’s insatiable needs, her ecstatic moans waking her more than
once as she’d come in her sleep, snuggled within Mac’s arms in her dreams.
    In the motion-blur shots, Rocco and Krista were in sharp
focus while the strap was a smear of white-and-gray movement that whispered
across the scene. Ghostlike. Ethereal. Certainly some of the best work Mac had
ever done.
    Almost as if he was showing off.
    For Krista? Had to be. Hilary definitely wasn’t his type. A
happy lesbian, she had a boyish build and a pixie haircut, the strands dyed
blonde, green, pink, purple and blue with the ends pointing in all directions.
Currently, she was dead to the world, asleep on the overstuffed sofa as Cait
waited to call it a day or even a night. Poor Cait kept bunching her thin
shoulders, no doubt wanting to go, if Mac would only let her.
    He didn’t.
    Rocco was finally nude, his rod and nuts a little chafed but
swinging free as he pretended to dominate Krista for the camera. As exquisite
as she was, Krista had begun to look like a zombie a short while ago. Her
expression flat. Eyes unfocused.
    “That’s almost what I want,” Mac said to her. “Dig deeper for
what you should feel. He’s offering you water for the first time since
punishing you. Your throat is so dry you can barely swallow. You certainly
can’t speak, not even to beg him for a drop or to tell him you’d do anything to
get it.”
    Krista spoke through her teeth. “I’d do anything if he got
the stupid stuff in my freaking mouth.”
    “Hey,” Rocco growled. “I’m doing my goddamn best.”
    Jodi checked the time again. Already, she’d stayed two hours
past her usual schedule and was getting uncomfortable about sticking around. It
wasn’t that she had anything special to do or anywhere else to be. With gas
costing so much and her clunker on its last mile, she didn’t drive around for
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