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Little do they know the truth.”
    â€œWhich is that Mazati is how many thousands of years old? How is my almost a brother-in-law holding up? Not aging too fast, is he?”
    â€œI don’t have any complaints.”
    Sighing, Saree closed her eyes as an image of her sister and Mazati staring at each other came to mind. What was it with those two? Not only was the sexual attraction between them so intense it had a life of its own, but even when they were arguing about where to go for dinner, energy radiated from one to the other. Damn! What she wouldn’t give to be on the receiving end of that!
    Or would she? Maybe because she paid her bills by letting men supposedly use and abuse her body, she wasn’t sure she’d ever let a man get that close in her personal life.
    â€œAre you there?” Hayley asked. “You didn’t fall asleep, did you?”
    â€œNo.” She wandered from the living room to her bedroom. “Shit, how’d it get that late? I’ve got to get ready for work.”
    â€œWhat did you call about?”
    On the verge of sidestepping the question, she stretched out on her bed and stared at the ceiling. “I had that dream again. Guess I was hoping you knew of a spell I could use to get it out of my mind.”
    â€œ That dream? Oh, you mean the one where you’ve been captured by someone you can’t see?”
    â€œOne and the same.”
    â€œIs it really that mysterious? Not only do you make your living fostering the bondage fantasy for both sexes, but I told you a lot about how things started between Mazati and me.”
    â€œMaybe.” Yes, Hayley had a made a valid point, yet she sensed that dreams of having had control wrenched from her came from somewhere deep inside her—probably because she’d long proclaimed that was the last thing she’d ever allow to happen in the real world. Get serious! What modern and liberated woman wanted to spend her life groveling at the feet of some man who demanded she call him Master?
    â€œJust maybe?”
    â€œI need a vacation,” she said before she’d known she was going to. “A break.”
    â€œJob burnout? Come on, you love what you do. Who wouldn’t adore being well paid to have endless climaxes?”
    â€œMaybe I’m getting old.”
    â€œYou’re twenty-seven. That ain’t old.”
    â€œIt is in this business.”
    â€œBull! Damn it, sis, you’re one of the top ten most-viewed Dungeon porn stars. To quote more than one of your fans, except for your boobs, you’re genuine, no faking nuttin.”
    No, she’d never faked an on-camera orgasm, which maybe was part of the problem. Granted, being helpless while a man who knew what the hell he was doing held a powerful vibrator to her clit guaranteed success, and when she screamed out her delight, she was absolutely and completely convinced she had the greatest gig on earth. Only afterward did she admit that being trapped in a body she had so little control over scared her. Her sister found joy and fulfillment using her hands and creativity to craft exquisite jewelry while she moaned and shook and sweated and sometimes begged the rigger to turn off the damn vibrator before she splintered.
    â€œI should make you president of my fan club,” she said, again belatedly. “Hell, I know what it is. I’m jealous of you; you have Mazati.”
    â€œYou want to amend that. He has me. You’ll find Mr. Right. You just have to be patient and keep looking.”
    How , she nearly asked, but they’d been over this ground. Even Hayley couldn’t argue that her career choice limited rather than expanded her potential mates. Most men were intimidated by what they perceived to be her overcharged libido. As for those in the industry, the majority were so self-absorbed they barely gave her the time of day, not that she ever really lusted after a rigger or male porn star.
    â€œIf I