I watched as he stripped out of his clothes and donned a pair of ‘firefighter’ trousers teamed with red braces of all things. As if real firefighters wore any of the ridiculous getup he was changing into, in the real world. He would know.
He laughed at the look on my face. “I know, stupid, huh!” He continued to laugh as he placed the helmet of his head. “You coming to the shoot or are you just going to stand there gawking?” I was seriously tempted to do just that. My bitter side, the side that knew thousands of women would be ogling the charity calendar with Preston’s rippled naked chest made me scowl and ridicule his costume. But holy shit, he looked sexy. I wanted to pounce on him, and lick a long wet trail from the V of his stomach all the way up to his nipples and back down again.
“Yes?” I squeaked. I actually fucking squeaked. I was so caught up in my daydream and now I was feeling as horny as hell.
He looked over his shoulder and held out his hand to me. “Let’s get this over with, ‘cause if you look at me like that again, as though you want to jump on my face, I’ll be sporting a hard-on through the whole shoot. It’s meant to be a sexy charity calendar, not a porno.”
I took his hand, swallowed my desire and left the room with him.
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