Special Delivery
A Totally Bound Publication
Special Delivery
ISBN #
978-1-78430-087-6
©Copyright Amanda Bretz 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright June 2014
Edited by Faith Bicknell-Brown
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Simmering
and a
Sexometer
of
2.
SPECIAL DELIVERY
Amanda Bretz
Who says good things come in small packages? Corina believes beauty isn’t about size—it’s about attitude—and Zach can’t get enough of her confidence or her curves.
Curvy and proud of it, photographer Corina Saunders seeks to empower other females by shooting boudoir photos of plus-sized women in her home studio. When a charity needs a photographer to photograph twelve sexy men for a hunk-of-the-month calendar, she gladly volunteers her services. During one photo shoot, sparks fly when she snaps pictures of sexy delivery man Zach Moreno and his strategically placed package. When the two cross paths again at a charity ball and bachelor auction, Corina surprises everyone—including herself—when she wins a date with Zach, the sexiest bachelor up for grabs. The pair soon discovers that the attraction between them is too great to ignore and give in to their passion.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to the sexy hero in my life, my husband.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Dockers: Levi Strauss Co.
Boy Scout: Boy Scouts of America
Chapter One
“How do you want me?”
Corina’s face flushed at the naked man’s question.
Actually, he was only partially naked. The delivery man sprawled across the couch held one strategically placed package in front of him. The sight of his form was enough to stop Corina in her tracks, while his question had taken her mind down all sorts of sexy paths. She could easily think of about half a dozen ways she wanted him.
The weight of the camera hanging from her neck served as a reminder that she was there to photograph him, not to jump his bones. But she didn’t see any harm in flirting. She was glad she’d decided dressing professionally was overrated, at least in this instance. Rather than donning a modest button-up shirt, she had opted to wear one of her sexiest tops, a black number that played up her ample bosom. She intentionally bent at the waist and adjusted the position of his head. She watched his gaze rake over her breasts. A fine mist of sweat broke out on her forehead then she immediately got the chills.
Maybe her feverish symptoms were due to the fact that she’d been photographing handsome, half-dressed men all day. So far, it had proved to be the best job she’d ever had, and she wasn’t even getting paid for it. Taking pictures for charity had never been so rewarding or turned her on so much. Corina’s contribution to the project was snapping pictures of hot men to create a calendar to raise money for breast cancer research.
Corina quickly attempted to fan her face with her left hand in between shots. It was probably a good thing she didn’t normally take these types of photographs, because she was pretty sure she’d be a raging sex addict if she did. Thankfully, her typical day consisted of snapping boudoir shots of plus-sized women.
“So, what’s your name?” asked the ebony-haired hunk.
“Corina, and yours?”
“I’m Zach,” he told her with a megawatt smile that emphasized dimples on both sides of his mouth.
Still standing directly in front of him, Corina stared down into his obsidian eyes and gulped hard.
“You’re a delivery man?” she said as she turned away from him. She should steer the conversation toward a neutral, non-sexual topic.
“That’s right.”
Corina walked back to her mark and adjusted the lighting and some settings on her camera. She started snapping shots and nearly jumped when something she hadn’t been prepared to see appeared in her viewfinder.
“Your package, uh, I mean the box…move it up a little, please,” Corina said. She was still staring at the sexy stranger’s midsection well after he’d looked up from the task of repositioning the box. He caught her gazing at him, and she quickly averted her eyes. She knew her cheeks had to be as red as her hair.
“Oh, you mean the package wasn’t hiding
my
package, huh?” Zach asked her with a laugh.
“Yeah. The
package
had an extra bit of ornamentation,” she said, then admonished herself for her unprofessional response.
Corina got back to the business at hand—taking a picture of Zach that captured his sexiness while leaving a bit of mystery as to what he was all about. As she snapped a series of pictures, Corina started giving him soft commands as to what to do with his body, which way to turn his head and how he should direct his gaze. Even though it was the same kind of commands she’d been giving all the other men throughout the day, somehow saying them to Zach created a sexually charged atmosphere. Maybe that was because Zach seemed to like being told what to do.
She bit her lip momentarily, partially because the sight of his sculpted pectorals and six-pack were just so delicious to look at, but also because she found it a bit surprising that he was flirting with her. Or, at least, she thought he was. Corina had always considered herself a woman who was confident in her sexuality and her body. She was far from a size eight, but she’d accepted her voluptuous figure 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.
* * * *
“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 interrupted her shoot. Between the interruption and Priscilla, she wondered if she hadn’t made a bad decision in opening her photography studio in her own home. It was a nice way to save on rent, but it came with a price. Lots of distractions.
“Delivery for Corina Saunders,” came a deep, sexy voice from a tall, brawny man in a sinfully tight button-down shirt and aesthetically appealing snug shorts.
Corina rolled her lips inward when she glanced at the bulge in the front of his pants.
“That’s me,” she told the dark-haired stud.
Corina had been getting packages delivered for some time now and she’d never seen the sexy hunk in front of her before. At least not at her doorstep, she realized, as he lifted his head from the digital device she was supposed to sign.