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impatiently when she didn’t immediately follow. “We’re done, Terry. We have reservations we can’t cancel.”
    “But I have five more rolls of film,” Terry whined. “You two are on fire and we’ve hardly used the chair at all.”
    Jefferson didn’t respond. He was on fire and he didn’t trust himself. If the man hadn’t been able to get one decent shot of him in the damn jeans, he’d come back. At the moment, getting out of them was his main focus.
    Caroline followed him into the makeup room to gather her sundress and purse and slip back into her heels. He was wondering if he could convince her to leave her car, and attempting to mentally map their routes to his house or her apartment when she put her hand on his arm.
    “Jefferson? I’m ready.”
    He really hoped she was. Because there was no way he was going to be able to hold back. He needed her too much and all the restraint he’d been so proud of had temporarily abandoned him.
    There was recognition in her eyes. Awareness. “I’m ready,” she repeated softly. “Follow me to my place.”
    “How fast can you drive?”
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Caroline’s hands were shaking when she slipped into her spot in the parking garage and turned off the ignition. She could only be thankful that the studio was so close to her apartment. If she’d had to sit through ten more minutes of traffic knowing Jefferson was following in the truck behind her, she would have lost her mind.
    I want to fuck you in that dress.
    She took a deep breath. She needed to keep her head on straight if things continued going in this direction. Domination wasn’t the same as hot, uncomplicated sex. Whether Jefferson knew it or not, from the initial spanking to his dressing her, he was sending certain signals. Signals that required the safe, sane and consensual conversation. The negotiations he’d mentioned. They would need to put everything out on the table. Desires and doubts. Turn-offs and turn-ons—though at this point everything Jefferson did was a turn on and the only thing she doubted was her sanity for wanting something it would be impossible to keep.
    The shoot was foreplay. A tease for both of them. She’d forgotten the reason they were there, forgotten everything but the thrill of touching him, seducing him while Terry the excitable photographer looked on. She’d noticed when she signed the paperwork that Jefferson had ensured she would be paid for the session, but the money hadn’t mattered at all. It was Jefferson. He’d made her feel beautiful. Desired in a way she couldn’t resist. When he’d gotten her in that room alone to dress her, when he’d held her during the shoot she would have given him anything he wanted. The way he’d looked at her…the things he’d said.
    I want to fuck you in that dress.
    Her body was humming, practically vibrating with anticipation. She knew how addictive sex with Jefferson could be. One of the hardest things she’d ever done was stay away after that night in his bed. But this was different. He was different. This side of Jefferson was masterful. Less playful and more powerful.
    She felt like she was nineteen again, walking into her first dungeon experience with no idea what was coming next. But she was nowhere near nineteen and she had crowded her life with so much life, submitted to world-renowned Doms and kissed so many frogs that people who knew her swore she’d done everything and everyone worth doing already. She hated it when they said that. Yes, she’d made a conscious decision to live for herself and for the aunt who’d been more like a sister to her. She’d made a promise that she wouldn’t waste a second, and she’d take every chance she found for happiness and follow her heart’s desires without fear.
    What she was feeling now was frightening and crazy. But she was still going to invite him in and let whatever happened happen. She couldn’t deny him or herself. She wasn’t willing to rationalize it away