month.”
The other two men fell in line with them as they walked
outside for the first part of the shoot.
The man beside Mr. Sexy slapped him on the shoulder. “Yep,
our boy moved on to greener pastures.” He rolled his eyes. “You save some
bigwig and suddenly the powers that be think you should be promoted,” the guy
joked.
Everyone knew it took more than that to be promoted. Mr.
Sexy must be one hell of a fireman. She glanced back at him and he shrugged as
if the promotion was no big deal. Damn, gorgeous and modest. Oh hell yeah,
she’d be fantasizing about him later tonight with her favorite toy.
His eyes darkened as his gaze ran across her body. Her
breath hitched and it was all she could do not to clamp her legs together to
ease the ache. He was looking at her as if he knew exactly what she was
thinking and wanted to watch.
“So what’s the game plan for the group shot?” the blond on
her right asked, pulling her attention from the sex god.
She flicked a glance at him. God, these men were fantastic.
They were going to photograph like a dream. She itched to get her camera in her
hands and start taking some shots. This was the part of her job she loved,
finding just the right angle and lighting that would take a decent picture and
make it utterly amazing.
She’d spent the entire weekend thinking about this shoot.
When she’d walked in this morning, she’d had all kinds of ideas, but now that
she was looking at the group of muscular men with the sun rising in the
background, that plan went out the window. “Change of plans, guys,” she called
out. “Lose the jackets and line up facing the sun with your backs to me.”
She needed to hurry or she would lose this amazing light.
“Hurry please,” she yelled.
The men lined up in a row, their muscular backs displayed,
some with tattoos, some bare. All absolutely fabulous. She looked through the
viewfinder and grinned as she started rapidly taking shots. Perfection.
“That’ll do it for the group shot, guys.”
Twelve men spun around, mouths in various gaping displays of
amazement. “Seriously?” the guy on the end voiced.
“Yep, I got what I need for the group shot and it is fabulous.”
She looked around at the men. “So who’s up first for their solo run? James, you
want to go and show them how it’s done?” She grabbed his arm as she spoke.
James grinned. “I knew you were anxious to get your hands on
me, Josie,” he joked.
“Gunderson, knock it off,” Josie’s Uncle Jack told the
younger man. She looked at her uncle and smiled. Jack Sharp had practically
raised her after her dad left when she was ten. He’d used his power and
influence at the station to help land her this job, but man, it was going to be
a long day if he was going to get in the way every time a guy pretended to hit
on her. She’d been around enough firemen over the years to know that telling
them they couldn’t do something just made them want to do it that much more. Which
meant the more her uncle told them to stop flirting with her, the more they’d
do it.
A smirk kicked up the corners of James’ mouth. “So, Josie,
where do you want me?” He widened his stance, putting his body on full display
while he pretended to leer at her. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes kind of
ruined the effect and she snickered in amusement.
Uncle Jack snarled, making every other man in the building
burst out laughing.
Josie sighed and walked over to her uncle. “Uncle Jack,
seriously, you need to lighten up a little. Better yet, take off and I’ll call
you when we’re done.”
He watched her with that protective papa-bear look of
his and shook his head. “Not happening, kiddo.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine then, can you at least watch from
a distance and keep the commentary to a minimum? I’m a big girl. I can handle
these guys, so let me just do my job, please.”
“Okay, I’ll try to shut up. But if any of these yahoos hit
on you, they’ll answer to
The other two men fell in line with them as they walked
outside for the first part of the shoot.
The man beside Mr. Sexy slapped him on the shoulder. “Yep,
our boy moved on to greener pastures.” He rolled his eyes. “You save some
bigwig and suddenly the powers that be think you should be promoted,” the guy
joked.
Everyone knew it took more than that to be promoted. Mr.
Sexy must be one hell of a fireman. She glanced back at him and he shrugged as
if the promotion was no big deal. Damn, gorgeous and modest. Oh hell yeah,
she’d be fantasizing about him later tonight with her favorite toy.
His eyes darkened as his gaze ran across her body. Her
breath hitched and it was all she could do not to clamp her legs together to
ease the ache. He was looking at her as if he knew exactly what she was
thinking and wanted to watch.
“So what’s the game plan for the group shot?” the blond on
her right asked, pulling her attention from the sex god.
She flicked a glance at him. God, these men were fantastic.
They were going to photograph like a dream. She itched to get her camera in her
hands and start taking some shots. This was the part of her job she loved,
finding just the right angle and lighting that would take a decent picture and
make it utterly amazing.
She’d spent the entire weekend thinking about this shoot.
When she’d walked in this morning, she’d had all kinds of ideas, but now that
she was looking at the group of muscular men with the sun rising in the
background, that plan went out the window. “Change of plans, guys,” she called
out. “Lose the jackets and line up facing the sun with your backs to me.”
She needed to hurry or she would lose this amazing light.
“Hurry please,” she yelled.
The men lined up in a row, their muscular backs displayed,
some with tattoos, some bare. All absolutely fabulous. She looked through the
viewfinder and grinned as she started rapidly taking shots. Perfection.
“That’ll do it for the group shot, guys.”
Twelve men spun around, mouths in various gaping displays of
amazement. “Seriously?” the guy on the end voiced.
“Yep, I got what I need for the group shot and it is fabulous.”
She looked around at the men. “So who’s up first for their solo run? James, you
want to go and show them how it’s done?” She grabbed his arm as she spoke.
James grinned. “I knew you were anxious to get your hands on
me, Josie,” he joked.
“Gunderson, knock it off,” Josie’s Uncle Jack told the
younger man. She looked at her uncle and smiled. Jack Sharp had practically
raised her after her dad left when she was ten. He’d used his power and
influence at the station to help land her this job, but man, it was going to be
a long day if he was going to get in the way every time a guy pretended to hit
on her. She’d been around enough firemen over the years to know that telling
them they couldn’t do something just made them want to do it that much more. Which
meant the more her uncle told them to stop flirting with her, the more they’d
do it.
A smirk kicked up the corners of James’ mouth. “So, Josie,
where do you want me?” He widened his stance, putting his body on full display
while he pretended to leer at her. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes kind of
ruined the effect and she snickered in amusement.
Uncle Jack snarled, making every other man in the building
burst out laughing.
Josie sighed and walked over to her uncle. “Uncle Jack,
seriously, you need to lighten up a little. Better yet, take off and I’ll call
you when we’re done.”
He watched her with that protective papa-bear look of
his and shook his head. “Not happening, kiddo.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine then, can you at least watch from
a distance and keep the commentary to a minimum? I’m a big girl. I can handle
these guys, so let me just do my job, please.”
“Okay, I’ll try to shut up. But if any of these yahoos hit
on you, they’ll answer to
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