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“Wait!” She crawls away and comes back with a leather crop from my BDSM props. “Can I play with this?”

“Sure.”

“Strip.”

Fuck. I slowly unlace my boots and kick them off. Then I work on getting out of my jeans.

This is for her, I keep reminding myself. She’s turned on, that’s obvious, but I’m nervous as hell about how far this will go and how I’ll feel about it later.

“So. Damn. Sexy.” Mak playfully bites the leather crop and growls like a baby wolf.

I respond with a deeper, louder growl of my own. “How about I use this on you first, little beastie?”

I instinctively grab a third camera that’s for close shots and have Mak lie on her belly. Running the riding crop down her spine, I snap off several pics. The click, click, click of the cameras fill my ears. Straddling her thighs, I tap her ass with the riding crop and she yelps.

“Too hard?”

“No, but I don’t think I like it.”

I toss the crop over my shoulder and kiss the blooming red mark to make it better.

“Well, I do like that,” she says when I kiss her butt cheek again.

“Oh yeah, and how about this?” I nip her flesh.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Aaaand, this?” I sink a finger into her pussy and find her soaked. “I think I have my answer already.”

Click, click, click, click…

The cameras are still going, and I reign myself in. We’re not at a point in our relationship to have a porn film made. It’s already pushing my lines taking these photos. Crawling off the bed, I snatch my shirt and quickly put it back on. Then I stop the equipment and notice Mak’s watching me. She looks confused and disappointed. “You good?”

“I wanted us both naked,” she pouts.

“You can have me naked at home.” I toss her a wink. “How about tonight I cook dinner and feed you in my lap while you read me word porn?”

“You’re like, the hottest, greatest guy on the planet.” Her pouty face vanishes, replaced by a huge smile that warms me from the inside out. “How much more work do you have left?”

“I’m done for the day, if you are.”

“I’m done too.” She gets dressed while I break down the scene and put my cameras away. “Carson?”

“Yeah?” I collapse the tripods and tuck them under my arm.

“Thanks for doing that with me.”

I gulp. “No problem.”

She’s suddenly at my back again, and her hands feel like ice when she touches me under my shirt. “I can tell you didn’t want to do that shoot.”

The dejection in her tone cuts me deep. “Yes, I did. I wouldn’t have done it unless I wanted to, Mak.” It’s only a half lie.

But now I’ve broken another rule of mine. The second most important one—Always be open and honest.

Chapter 24

Mak