Special Delivery by Amanda Bretz Page A

years ago. It had taken a hard lesson, but she had come to realize that wishing for a smaller ass or a few inches off her hips was almost as futile as wishing she hadn’t been born with the red hair of her mother’s Irish ancestry. Still, Corina had always placed men as physically beautiful as Zach into the column marked Out of My League.
    Once the shoot was finished, Zach stood up from the couch and firmly held the package in place, concealing his crotch. He walked a few steps over to the robe he’d worn into the studio and picked it up. He turned his back to her and slipped the white terrycloth garment over his impressive shoulders then belted it snugly around his trim waist. Corina lifted a hand to make sure a trickle of drool hadn’t escaped from the corner of her mouth. Zach had the most deliciously round ass she’d ever seen.
    “Thanks for making that experience so comfortable,” Zach said as he turned toward Corina.
    Somehow the smooth, tan expanse of skin appearing in a V shape beneath the robe made him seem even sexier than being nearly naked in front of her. As he walked toward her, Corina let her gaze tour down his body. Her stomach muscles clenched in desire when she noticed the bulge his penis made through the thin material of the robe. She’d known he’d been naked save for the box during their photo shoot, but somehow, seeing the shape of him outlined beneath the nubby terrycloth was an even bigger turn-on.
    “It was no problem. You are a great subject to work with.”
    “Oh, is that what I am, a subject?” he asked.
    She took in his smile and twinkling eyes and knew he was being playful.
    She stopped herself just short of telling him he was a subject she wouldn’t mind studying this evening, or any other night. However, that wouldn’t be appropriate. As the sexy calendar man, he could flirt all he wanted, but she was the photographer. She needed to keep a cool, professional image in front of all of the clients, no matter how badly a part of her may have been aching to rip off his robe and explore every inch of said client’s perfect body with her mouth.
     
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    “That’s it, Michelle, spread your knees slightly and part your lips,” Corina encouraged her subject.
    The woman was lying partially nude in a tangle of linens and what appeared to be a messy bed. Corina called that particular type of shot ‘basking in the afterglow’. Men and women seemed to agree that few things were sexier than a woman sporting the just-fucked look. As the photographer, she made sure her subjects conveyed the look accordingly. Pouty red lips with the edges slightly smudged and big, tousled hair completed the sexily rumpled appearance. It screamed that Michelle was a woman who had just had her world rocked.
    “Perfect. That’s a really beautiful shot,” Corina said. She switched a setting on her camera to allow for shots in a rapid-fire succession.
    She climbed up a few stairs on a ladder she had set up nearby. Corina, who already stood at a statuesque five foot ten, inched her form higher to get photographs from a different perspective. From her vantage point atop the ladder, it gave the pictures an almost voyeuristic feel, as if the viewer were peering into the subject’s bedroom. Corina was in the zone, snapping photos and calling out gentle commands to Michelle to tilt her head this way, turn her gaze that way and put her hand there, when the sound of the doorbell, followed by the bellowing barks of Priscilla, Corina’s basset hound, shattered her reverie.
    “Damn,” she muttered as she removed the camera’s viewfinder from in front of her eye and slowly climbed down the ladder. “I’m sorry, Michelle, I’ll be right back.”
    She sighed as Priscilla continued to howl and carry on. “Hush,” she said, passing the rotund pooch. Priscilla ceased her barks as well as her waddling gait toward the front door.
    Corina pulled the door open, still slightly agitated that whoever it was had