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“Are you okay?” he asked, returning. “Did I get a little too rough with your body?”

“No,” she said, huffing. “I liked it. Will it hurt this much every time?”

He sat on the bed beside her, pulling open a drawer. “Try using this for a while?”

“What is it?” she asked.

“A butt plug,” he answered. “It’ll help stretch things a bit.”

“I guess I have some homework,” she mused. A moment later, all the strength from her body was gone. Sleep came for her.

Chapter Thirteen

Leeona

Sex. It filled her mind. It took over her thoughts. What was next? What would make it better? She was a kid who’d never tasted sugar, set free in a candy shop with unlimited funds. Of course, she wanted to try it all. Of course, there’d be some flavours which weren’t to her taste. There were bound to be plenty that were though.

He was the candy man offering her samples, or at least would be once the photo shoot was over. For the moment she’d have to settle for a sexy Santa.

There it was again, the feeling of anticipation. Waiting for her doctor to emerge from the dressing room was slowly eating away at her from the inside out. Usually, she wasn’t an impatient person, but getting antsy over even the slightest chance of seeing him was quickly becoming the new norm.

What was he going to be wearing?

How much skin was going to be showing?

How sexy were the other people in the room going to find him?

How sexy was she going to find him?

The last one was a no-brainer. The man could wear an oversized tracksuit and still be considered the hottest guy alive by her.

He wouldn’t though.

In the short time they’d been acquainted, she’d learned enough about him to know he always dressed to impress, even in the bedroom.

“Ah.” Lenny sighed, walking in late. “I’m glad you found someone. I was worried for you for a minute there. My assistant says he’s the best of the lot too. Is that true?”

“He is,” she agreed.

“That’s impressive,” Lenny said, tinkering with the position of a few items on the set. Everything was fluffy and white. “There were quite a few lookers in the bunch.” He leaned closer to her, lowering his voice. “I’ve ordered a few copies of the calendar for myself.” He adjusted a few lights.

“We appreciate the support,” she replied with a grin. “You have all the pictures, I’m sure you didn’t have to pay us for copies.”

“No. No.” One hand waggled at the wrist. “That would go against the terms of the contracts. Photos taken by me for this project can only be used for the charity calendar. Besides, it’s for the kids.” He gasped; jaw dropped, mouth hanging wide open. “Mmm. That is a nice note to end the year on. Where have you been hiding?”

“At the hospital,” she answered. “He’s a doctor. We are making a calendar of just doctors from Eastport General.”

Stephen was wearing a classic Santa hat and not much more, going shirtless with tight silky red boxers trimmed in white. The fit was snug like a glove made especially with his nether region in mind, leaving little to the imagination of onlookers, especially since he was partially hard. Apparently,watching wasn’t all he enjoyed. Being watched seemed just as stimulating.

“Well.” Chin rested between the photographer’s thumb and forefinger. “Don’t get too excited, stud.” A pink tongue popped out, wetting his lips. “We can’t have anything popping out unexpectedly in the shoot, now can we?” He chuckled under his breath. “Of course, if you’d like a private, more naughty shoot, that can be arranged. I’m happy to rearrange my schedule.”

She shot him a scrutinizing glare. He was going to cancel the charity calendar, but would be happy to work overtime for some risqué pictures of Dr. December?

“Perhaps another time,” Stephen said. “Unfortunately, my appointment book is filled for quite some time.”

“I look forward to it,” Lenny replied. “Shall we begin? I’d like you to lie on the white pelt. Oh! Don’t worry, it just looks real. It’s all fake. Real fur is taboo these days. On your tummy, please.” Once his instructions were complied with, he circled his model, taking in every angle, every position.

Lenny put on a show, demonstrating exactly what a professional photographer was supposed to be—a cameraman well versed in the way of the lens—who was in control of every detail. He knew exactly the way he wanted a picture taken, why he wanted a model photographed in a certain way, and which equipment was best.

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