Page 104 of Lesson In Honesty

“I’ll take care of it.”

Thanking her seemed cold; he didn’t think his voice was operable right now anyway. Guilt filled his gut with concrete, sinking it to the soles of his feet.

It was Levi who said goodbye and ended the call. “Little bit of advice?”

He nodded.

“If you believe this Sonja is an innocent party, completely devoid of any blame or has a really convincing argument for why she did this, keep holding on to her. Tabitha will root out the truth.” Levi tapped his mug on the railing slowly. “If you don’t believe it, let her go, sooner than later. The project data she copied and sold, how dangerous is it in the wrong hands?”

“Used improperly, any one of them could be disastrous.”

“She sold that data to dangerous men. They paid her over a million dollars to cover a fifty grand debt. Hate to break it to you, bud, but that woman is about as innocent as Dahmer.”

She’d been corrupted, Mack thought morosely. Corrupted by a power more seductive than love, friendship, loyalty, and pride rolled into one—money. The stupid thing was, she would’ve had a payout from each of the projects she worked on—he’d written it in her contract. She’d have earned more than a million perproject.

“Bet you want something stronger than coffee,” Levi said, giving him a sympathetic pat on the arm. “Come with me, I’ll show you something that’ll perk you right up while I get your investor out of bed and into business mode.”

“I should check on Liam and Sierra.”

“They’re fine.” Levi turned and walked back inside. “Shut the damn door behind you this time. The heat soon leeches out.”

Mack obeyed his host’s orders, returning to the blessed warmth and closing the cold out where it belonged. He began to shiver as his body reacted to the fresh source of heat; he needed to find some damn socks.

Following Levi back to his office, Mack took the seat the photographer indicated and stared at the computer monitors in shock. Half a dozen images in various stages of editing were waiting for their master to finish them, and they all reflected the sheer carnal pleasure of last night’s adventures.

Mack knew Liam had asked for the focus to be on Sierra; Levi had satisfied that request and given more. There was magic radiating from the woman in the photos, a rare kind of tranquility captured on her face as she was adored and ravished as any woman should be.

But it was the sharp hunger in Merrick’s gaze as he focused only on her; the intense pleasure on Fordham’s face as his hand was caught in mid-stroke down her side; the sense of coming home scribed over Mack’s own damn features that really brought home the lesson Liam wanted to teach his submissive.

All thoughts of business and betrayal fled Mack’s head as he reached out to touch the nearest screen. “Are there more?”

Levi huffed in amusement as he settled in his chair, pulling up a messaging program on a different screen. His fingers flew over the keyboard. “Only about two thousand. You and Liam are a pair of lucky bastards, you know that? Sierra was—is—one of the most fascinating subjects I’ve ever had the opportunity to photograph.”

Two thousand? Christ, the pixie was going to lose her mind.

“Here, click these buttons to scroll back and forward.” Levi leaned over and brought up a full-sized image of the intricate rope harness cradling the weight of Sierra’s breast. “These are allunedited. You’ll have to be patient and see the finished images with Liam and Sierra—I’d hate to spoil the surprise.”

It only took two clicks for Mack to submerge himself in the memories of last night. The photos, taken from every angle imaginable, were beyond erotic yet classy enough to distance them from smutty porn.

The tendons straining in Liam’s neck as he came in his sub.

The pleasure-pain in her eyes when Merrick breached her tight pussy.

The delicate strand of drool from her slack mouth as he fucked her.

Shifting awkwardly in his chair, Mack resisted the urge to strangle his dick as it rocketed from flaccid to erect in just a few heartbeats. “No wonder Evander wanted you here, Levi. You’re a fucking genius with a camera.”

“My life’s work. Some of my early stuff was notably less sophisticated. I prefer erotic to pornographic, and nights like last night really get my creative juices flowing. For a woman to believe she’s so abhorrent to the opposite sex… it makes me mad.” Levi tapped a finger on the screen when Mack flipped to the next image. “This one here. I took this one when you entered her.”

Mack frowned. “They’re out of order.”

“Yeah, I have them on random so I don’t lose my focus working on the same sequence of photos.” He tapped again. “Look at her face, Mack. The shadows and angles of her features, her beard, her eyes. At first glance, you see the utter fatigue of what happened previously in the evening, then the consequences of being fucked by four men and experiencing several orgasms. She’s exhausted, finally ready to surrender, but the expression in her eyes? Look at the dedication, the trust. She was burned out to the max, yet she knew, shewanted, to holdon for you. It’s a fucking privilege to be the one who got that on camera.”

Leaning forward, Mack stared at the beautiful eyes on screen. Some of the nagging guilt dissipated as he realized Levi was right—the camera caught her inherent need to satisfy him even as her body was ready to succumb.

“Can I…” He cleared his throat. “Could I get a copy of that?”

Levi laughed and shoved a notepad and pen at him. “Write down the number at the top of the screen of any you want and I’ll hook you up when they’re done.”

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