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  “Not only did I run it by them I’ve got a full dozen guys rip roaring and ready to go.”

  “Ready to go? Already?”

  “And they’re all on shift today too, as luck would have it.”

  “They’re there now?”

  “In an hour they’ll all be here. We’re at eight now. The last four are on their way in.”

  “So you want to shoot it today?”

  “We’re ready if you are. If not we’ll just go through some training and have a normal day, although I think the guys might be a little disappointed. They’re looking forward to getting their five minutes of fame.”

  I laugh. “I guess I can’t blame them. They’ll have some interesting profile pictures for Tinder.”

  “What’s Tinder?”

  “You’re joking me?”

  “No. It sounds like a small stick you use to start a fire.”

  “That’s kindle.”

  “I can’t keep track anymore.”

  I laugh at his innocence, which is odd considering he’s not that old. Does he really not know what Tinder is, let alone not use it?

  “It’s a dating app that people use to hook up.”

  “Oh, I’ve heard about that. Yeah, some of the guys at the station talk about it sometimes.”

  “Yeah, so you do know?”

  “I’ve heard it in passing. No clue what it’s really all about or how it works. I’ve never seen it, but I’ve seen the guys on their phones and they mention it.”

  “Yeah, it’s…”

  “You’re not on there are you?” His tone is more gruff now, more matter of fact and I swear I can hear his teeth gritting through the phone.

  “No. Never.”

  “Good.”

  His single word just hangs in the air for a moment and neither of us says anything.

  “You think you can make it down this morning?”

  “Um…yeah, but can you give me say…three hours?”

  “Yeah, no problem. Just one caveat. If a fire breaks out of course we’ll have to cancel.”

  “Of course. Makes sense. So I’ll see you in a little while?” I need to get off the phone before my skin breaks out in a fire right now. I’m already feeling hot and I bring my hand up to my cheeks, knowing they’re red.

  “See you then.”

  I hang up and run for the shower.

  I’ve got to get ready, find a camera rental place, and most likely watch that nearly two hundred bucks I made last night disappear real fast.

  But what I really want to see disappear is his clothes, and this photo shoot will do exactly that.

  CHAPTER 9

  Jonah

  I pace the station, staring at the clock on the wall.

  I’m on edge and the guys are getting a bit antsy too. I can’t remember the last time there was this much excitement at the station that didn’t involve saving a life. Nothing tops that. This is just a vanity project in some ways, and a great charitable thing in others, but at the end of the day I think the guys want to show off and improve their dating life.

  I never liked that term dating. It’s a verb, like shopping. I’m not a fan of either.

  I think a man should wait until he finds the one and then “date” only her, although dating is the wrong term. He should spoil her, take her out constantly, and show his appreciation for how she makes him feel.

  And although Daphne and I haven’t known each other long at all no one has ever made me feel so damn possessive and protective in my entire life. Being a firefighter that protective trait is in my DNA, but it’s only heightened to the extreme when I think of her.

  It’s been almost two and a half hours when I hear the front door open and the sound of some equipment being moved.

  I rush from my office, trying to play it cool, as I head to the front entrance.

  I freeze.

  Did she really have to wear a white summer dress that has her looking even more innocent than usual? I rush to her seeing her delicate wrists straining to carry her Pelican case which looks to be loaded with gear.

  “Let me get that for you.”

  She looks up as I snatch it from her so she doesn’t have to do anything. Hell, this woman deserves to have her feet up all day inside a bathtub while I run shampoo through her hair as I admire her beauty…and then some.

  I’m careful to grab the handle and not pinch her hand in the middle. My eyes slide along her manicured fingers and as she stands up her pert breasts practically slap me in the face.

  Fuck me.

  The dress hits mid bicep and I can see her entire forearm. She’s got a light coat of peach fuzz covering her milky white skin. I wonder how tan she gets in the summer.

  The front door is still open and a gust comes through, her silky smooth locks cascading with the sunlight shining in behind her.

  What are these words that are suddenly entering my lexicon? Cascading? Silky smooth?

  It’s like my subconscious has stored every TV commercial for the best shampoos, cleansers and other women’s products and my brain finally has the opportunity to connect the dots and use this stored “knowledge” that I once thought was worthless.

  No longer.

  It all makes sense now, except for those ads.

  Those ads try and tell women what’s quote unquote wrong with them, and of course these multinational corporations have the solution…just buy their bottle of the latest and greatest.

  Hell no.

  She doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on and she looks better than any Photoshopped ad that’s ever run in any magazine or TV ad. Then again she looks better than any woman ever.

  My dick immediately stiffens and as I straighten up to carry her gear I’m quickly reminded that I don’t have my thick fire suit to conceal my desire for her today.

  “Glad you could make it.” It’s the only thing I can think of, but it’s damn sure true.

  “Thanks for having me.”

  I extend my hand back to the garage. I figure if someone wants a fireman calendar then some of the shots will have to come from there, although I’m not going to admit that I Googled female ideas of fireman fantasies last night. Maybe Google saw all those “f’s” in my search terms...fireman...fantasies...and the like, because they took me to some books by this crazy woman named Flora Ferrari, more f’s, if that’s even her real name…unlikely, and I got caught up reading some romance novellas!

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  She had one title I remember called Fireman’s Fake Fiancée. Well I know one thing for sure. The more time I spend with Daphne the more I visualize her being my real fiancée. There’s nothing fake about how badly I want this woman. My woman.

  “When’s the photographer arriving?” I ask as I set her gear down in the garage.

  “I’m the photographer.”

  A streak of jealousy shoots through me instantly. “You’re taking all the pictures…of all the guys?”

  “Yeah, is that okay?”

  “N…,” I almost said no but what I really want to say is hell no! “I just thought someone else would be doing the pictures while we could strategize in regards to sales, marketing, how to setup a non-profit…you know, the business side.”

  “We’ll have to do that too. This is kind of a shoestring budget type of operation.”

  “Maybe one of the other guys knows how to work a camera.”

  “Hey guys! Listen up. Any of you know how to take pictures?”

  The guys look clueless, but more importantly they’re looking at her.

  My eyes rake across each and every one of their faces, my eyebrows raised and my head turned toward Daphne letting them know not to even think about trying anything with her, let alone checking her out like they were when I wasn’t looking.

  Their heads turn, duck, and fade to the side as they all mumble various forms of “no” and “not me.”

  Damn. I shouldn’t have intimidated them before I needed one of them to step up and relieve Daphne of the duty
of looking at each and every one of them in various stages of undress.

  “It’s no problem, really. I can do it. I have a few poses I found from the Dieux du Stade calendar.”

  “The what?”

  “It’s a calendar featuring members of Stade Français, a Paris-based domestic French rugby team. It started out as a charity thing with the first calendar coming out in 2001, and then, since 2004, they’ve released a DVD with the calendar each year.”

  “And the money doesn’t go to charity anymore? If it doesn’t then it’s probably not a good example and you shouldn’t be looking at it.” I take the stack of printouts from her hand and put them face down on the table. “You shouldn’t be looking at that stuff anyways.”

  Damn, my jealousy is on full display. I want my woman looking at me and only me, and she can be damn sure that is a two-way street. I only have eyes for her. Now and always. It might sound crazy but when you know, you know.

  “Um, okay then. We can kind of just wing it.” She pauses. “So then…I’ll set up the lighting real quick. Who’s gonna go first?”

  “I am.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Daphne

  Oh. My. God.

  Jonah slowly pulls the white T-shirt up and over his head as he stands in front of the fire engine where I’ve set him up as the first shoot.

  My hand tightens and my finger accidentally presses a button to trigger the flash, resulting in it firing over and over and over again continuously.

  I look down and around, not realizing what’s going on until I quickly set the camera down and it stops.

  “Everything okay?” he asks.

  No. Everything is not okay. I should not be looking at him in this way when I’m supposed to be here doing a job, and for charity at that.

  “Um yeah. I just fired off too many…test flashes…in too short a time period, so that means well need a minute or two for it to charge back up.”

  “Okay. Well, while we’re waiting did you want me to take my pants off?”

  I swallow hard. It’s audible…very audible and my eyes widen at his question. “Uh…yeah, good idea. We can get the more provocative ones out of the way first.”

  Jonah slides out of his pants while the flash charges back and my eyes rake over him, short-circuiting my ability to think clearly.

  He’s got on a pair of black boxer briefs and that’s it! And I remember back to one of my girlfriends in college telling me the best non-porn guy porn to look at was gay men’s underwear ads because they always shoot them rock hard and pointing due north.

  That exactly describes Jonah right now, obviously not the gay part, but the other.

  Oh my god his waistband isn’t even touching his twelve-pack abs. But he’s got his underwear hiked up like a grandpa so he can conceal his massive, thick, long erection.

  “Maybe…leave the boots on?”

  He steps back into his boots and I try and catch my breath before I hyperventilate.

  I see a hose lying on the ground and I go to it, dragging it toward him, but he’s quickly by my side lifting it.

  “It’s heavier in person,” I say, standing back up, my head just inches from his cock as I bend at the waist slowly before my back is perfectly straight.

  I swear his dick twitched as my face moved inches from it. The way he helped me with the hose wasn’t vulgar or anything, it was natural…but what he’s packing is far from natural. It’s abnormal in the best way possible. The man is hung, or should I say a flagpole.

  I was never good at math, but when I did arts and crafts type stuff I used a ruler a lot and I know what ten inches is.

  Good lord is he packing.

  He moves back into position and I move back behind the camera, not being able to help zooming right in on his dick. Hello screensaver!

  I take a pic, but don’t check it. I don’t want him to know.

  “Okay, test shot is all good. Now we’re ready.” Test shot is the wrong word. I should have said misfire, and looking at his cock I’m seriously wondering if he’s about ready to fire off a load right here and now.

  The cotton boxer briefs strain to contain him and even though he’s holding that hose right in front of his rod I can still see it.

  The sun peeks through the garage windows and I see a bead of sweat run down his chest.

  I don’t want to lick it off. I don’t want to lick it off. I don’t want to lick it off.

  Repeating it over and over and over doesn’t make a lie true.

  I’m quickly reminded of just how much I’m outmatched here. I’m a twenty-one year old virgin and this man is a thirty-two year old stud who has got me completely flustered.

  Jonah is so big he somehow makes the fire truck not that intimidating behind him.

  As he strategically holds the hose his biceps and forearms strain, his arms like twisted roped and my thoughts growing more twisted, and naughty by the second.

  My throat goes dry as I take the first full body shot. I check and it’s actually pretty good. I dial back the flash an eighth of a stop and try again.

  “Perfect!” I say, checking the back of the camera. Then again this man can’t take a bad picture. It’s just up to me not to mess it up somehow.

  “What’s next?”

  Actually…he’s right. The shot couldn’t be better yet I feel like we should take some more of the same. Wouldn’t that show my lack of confidence and experience?

  “How about leaning against the engine and holding the hose like it’s…uh…”

  “I know what you’re thinking.”

  He moves to the engine and I quickly scan the room. All the other guys are gone. The place is cleared out. It’s just the two of us…which makes it way easier to gawk at his ass as he gets into position.

  How much can this man squat?

  His glutes are thick and defined and I have no doubt can put a lot of power behind a hip thrust. All I can think about is him behind me, hammering into me as his dick slides in deep, taking me for the first time.

  Beads of sweat of my own run down this time. But it’s not my chest. It’s my temple, my back, and even in-between my legs…although that’s not sweat.

  I was hoping the guys would have changes of clothes in case, but as it turns out I’m the one who should have brought a spare pair of panties.

  Jonah leans in and holds the hose right in front of his cock.

  I snap off a few pictures remembering that phrase you see on goofy T-shirts about fireman sometimes. “Find ‘em hot and leave ‘em wet.”

  Well, he’s made me very hot and very wet at the same time, and when I do find myself under this man there’s no way he’s pulling out and coming on me. I want his seed inside me, breeding me, making babies with me.

  Oh my god, what’s gotten into me?

  I’ve gone from falling for him to damn near picking out baby names just at the sight of this man’s nearly naked body.

  “How’s that one?”

  “Yeah, it should work,” I totally lie. Should work my ass? Women around town, then at college, and possibly around the country and the world are going to put the Hitachi Magic Wand on permanent backorder if this photo gets out.

  “How’s it going in here?” I jump at my brother’s words.

  “Dude! Put that away,” he says, shielding his face as he looks away from Jonah. “Jeez bro. One more look and we’re not friends anymore.”

  “Yeah, it’s good. Already a couple shots in and we’re kicking butt and taking names. I’m gonna be the centerfold you know.”

  “Not a chance. She’s my sister and family loyalty always comes first…ain’t that right sis?”

  “Huh?” He’s saying the words family and come, and I’m staring at the Adonis of all Adonis's. “We’ll have to make the best decision in the name of charity,” I quickly spout out.

  “That would be me,” my cocky brother says as he bites into an apple. “When’s my turn?”

  “We’ll be done in a bit.” And by in a bit, I’m thinkin
g about nine months from today when I’m in a delivery room with him holding my hand as our first child, or two, or three, is born.

  There’s no way in the world anyone other than Jonah is going to take my virginity. The only question is when, because I’m ready to hand my cherry over to him on a silver platter.