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  “These are breathtaking.” McKennon’s words tickled her neck as they passed over her skin.

  Royal shivered as goosebumps spread across her flesh. She clicked out of the slideshow, and turned quickly. McKennon was a lot closer than she’d realized. She looked up at him. Emerald fire. That’s the best phrase she could come up with to describe his eyes. As she stared up at them, she saw them drop down to her lips. Subconsciously, her tongue peeked out to wet them.

  McKennon’s face started to descend towards her. Royal swiftly slid out from where she was trapped between the table and his body. McKennon straightened and shook his head as if coming out of a trance.

  You did not bring him here to seduce him. Get your shit together, Royal!

  “Alright, let’s get started before we lose the light.” Royal said, slipping into her professional tone.

  “Okay. Where do you want me?”

  “In front of the black backdrop. We’ll keep it simple at first.”

  McKennon walked over to the backdrop. He wore relaxed fit jeans and a white t-shirt like she’d requested. The shirt fit better than a shirt had any right to. The way it molded to his muscles, wrapping around them like a lover, made Royal break out in a light sweat.

  “Stand in a naturally wide stance,” Royal said as she picked up her camera.

  She moved directly in front of him a few feet away.

  “Now, you know how to model. Just model the way you’ve always done it.”

  McKennon nodded slightly and expelled a calming breath. He carefully spread his feet apart. Even that small adjustment took some thought, so that he didn’t lose balance. His arms fell to his sides and relaxed. He lifted his chin up, face forward. Green eyes looked directly into the camera.

  The stance was so simple, but he knew how to find his light. His eyes lit up with emotion. The harsh and soft plains of his masculine face picked up light in places and were shadowed in others.

  “Perfect,” Royal said softly.

  The snap of Royal’s camera began to blend in with the music. She walked around, snapping him at different angles. She stepped closer to get a few portrait shots.

  He’d shaven his beard down to little more than a five o’clock shadow. The light stubble enhanced the sharp edges of his square jaw. Without taking away from his overly full pink lips.

  “The beard you’d grown out looked good. But this lighter beard will look great in the photos. You have a fantastic jawline and mouth.” Royal internally cringed at her last sentence.

  It was something she’d say to any model she was working with. But with McKennon, it felt flirtatious. Like an invitation.

  “Thanks. Yeah, photographers seem to prefer me without facial hair. So, I figured I might as well shave it down. Besides, I have to be clean shaven when I go back to the fire department.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “When we put on our oxygen masks, the rubber around it can’t seal against facial hair. So, we can’t grow out beards for our safety. A mustache is cool though.” McKennon finished.

  “Oh yeah. Nothing like a good 70’s stache to turn the ladies on.” Royal chuckled thinking about his captain and Mia’s mustache ride.

  “I love your laugh,” McKennon smiled. “It’s husky and sexy.”

  Royal pretended to look down at her camera while she composed herself.

  “How about we change things up a bit?”

  “Okay.”

  “Are you comfortable getting undressed?”

  Oh yeah, that’s going to ease the tension, dummy.

  “Um…sure. It’ll be the first time I have in front of someone, outside of medical staff, since the accident.” McKennon said self-consciously.

  “What about…?”

  “Ainsley hasn’t been very amorous lately. She’s still…adjusting,” he said lamely.

  “I’m sure she is,” Royal mumbled under her breath.

  The man is having self-esteem issues as it is adjusting to his new leg. This bitch only makes it worse by not even wanting to touch him?! I can’t.

  “How about this? Let’s start by removing your shoes and shirt.”

  “I can do that.”

  While he stripped off his shirt, Royal busied herself with finding a chair for him to sit in to remove his shoes. She brought the chair over and he sat easily. Her brown eyes roamed over his fair skin. She watched as his muscles bulged with his movements. When McKennon finished, Royal slid the chair out of the way once more.

  “Alright, stand like you did before.”

  She snapped a few photos.

  “Now, bring your legs together just a bit. And unbutton the button of your jeans.”

  She shot him at several angles. His bare chest and feet were a sexy combination. Even when one of his feet was made of rubber in a color that came close to matching his other foot.

  “Do you think you’re comfortable enough now to remove your jeans?” Royal began her question looking down at her camera. After she finished, she looked up at McKennon with a gaze that held no judgement.

  “Yeah,” he said softly.

  McKennon unzipped his jeans. He quickly shimmied them down his legs. Royal came forward to help him kick out of the legs. His large hand touched her bare shoulder to steady himself. His warmth spread through her.

  Royal picked up his jeans and placed them on the back of her couch. Once he got his balance back, Royal stepped in front of him. McKennon’s eyes stayed averted. While he couldn’t look at her, Royal couldn’t keep her eyes off him. They traveled the length of his body.

  The mountain that were his shoulders, sloped down to thick arms corded with muscles. Veins snaked down his biceps and forked at his elbow, creating streaks down his sinewy forearms to his hands. Massive palms with thick, long fingers.

  His chest was more defined than Royal recalled of him in the hospital. The pectorals were big and solid. His abs rippled and brought images of her washing her clothes on them. Black boxer briefs molded over the tops of his thighs and cock. The former and latter filled every inch of the briefs.

  His thick thighs trailed down to a toned calf and nice foot on his left side and down to a robotic leg on the right. A leg that reminded Royal of something out of the Terminator movies. Connected to his incredible body, it suited him.

  “You’re beautiful, McKennon.” Royal said sincerely.

  Vulnerable emerald eyes connected with hers as he finally lifted his face.

  “The new leg takes away from nothing. As far as I’m concerned, it makes you more interesting. More dynamic. Your photographs will tell a story. But if you’re still feeling self-conscious…use it. Use it in your poses. In your face. Let it speak through your eyes.”

  McKennon only swallowed. He dropped any façade he had left, and let the vulnerability shine in his eyes. Royal raised the camera and snapped several photos of his striking face. He gingerly widened his stance. He dropped his head back, lifted his arms, balled his hands into fists, crossed his wrists and rested them on his face across his eyes and bridge of his nose. As if he were ashamed and frustrated, and trying to hide his face. His jaw and chin stood out sharply. The muscles in his arms bulged. It was a masculine and beautiful, yet heartbreaking pose.

  Royal shot off several more photos.

  “How about you sit in the chair again and I’ll take some shots there?”

  “Alright.”

  Royal pulled the plush gray chair over. McKennon sat down. He sat forward, resting his elbows on his spread knees. One human. One artificial. Then he laid his chin on his folded hands.

  Her camera ate him up. It loved the rawness of him. And he knew the best poses for his body. He understood his angles and knew how to find his light. He really was perfection.

  Royal said a few words of encouragement here and there. She could tell when he started to regain his confidence in front of the camera. She looked over the top of the camera and asked him a question with her eyes.

  “Ready?”

  “I think so.”


  McKennon hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, he lifted his hips and pulled them down. Royal bit down on her bottom lip when she finally saw what all the nurses had been going gaga over all those months ago.

  He wasn’t hard, but he didn’t appear fully soft either. As he adjusted to a new pose, the thickness and length Royal could see, was enough to make any straight woman salivate.

  With his left arm stretched across the back of the chair, McKennon raised his left leg and draped it over the arm of the chair. He left his prosthetic leg bent at the knee with the foot resting on the floor. He relaxed back and placed his left arm across his residual limb and between his legs to cover his private area.

  The pose was so damn sexy all Royal could do is snap more photos and mentally shake her head.

  “Okay, now I’m gonna have you stand and do a couple different poses. But…um…do you mind if I have you put on baby oil?”

  “That’s fine. I’ve done it before,” McKennon smiled.

  “I also want to take a spray bottle and spray water over your skin after the oil is on. It’ll create depth and dimension on your muscles. It should make really interesting photos.”

  “Whatever you want. You’re the artist.”

  “And you’re my canvas.”

  They smiled at each other as Royal passed him the oil. McKennon stood up, unashamed. He may have felt bashful about his leg. But he had no such qualms about his dick.

  Royal’s throat felt suddenly dry. She found her beer and took a large gulp.

  McKennon’s gloriously large hands spread the baby oil over his arms, chest, and down his abs. He rubbed it over his man flesh and kept going to his thighs. That’s where he stopped. Royal knew she’d have to step in to finish the rest.

  “I’ll get your calf and back.”

  “Alright,” he said.

  His voice had taken on a husky quality.

  The clear liquid made a pool in her palm as she squeezed the bottle. Royal placed the bottle back on the table and rubbed her hands together. Like before at the hospital, she started at his shoulders and smoothed them down. But this time, she had to raise her arms high to reach his shoulders.

  Her fingers drifted over his skin. Once she reached the base of his spine, of their own volition, her hands continued down the globes of his ridiculously round and muscular ass. Royal couldn’t remember if he’d already oiled his backside, but she was there anyway.

  She poured more oil in her hand before she crouched down and smoothed it down the back of his thigh.

  “Turn for me,” she said and didn’t quite recognize her own voice.

  McKennon turned and Royal focused on rubbing the oil into his skin through the blond fur on his calf. Then she made the mistake of looking up.

  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

  His cock was fully erect and almost directly at dick sucking level.

  What is that? Nine? TEN inches?!?

  Royal felt her eyes cross as she gazed upon the large pink tip staring back at her with its one eye. She shook her head and quickly stood.

  “I…um…” She was at a loss for words.

  “I’m sorry. I swear I tried. But there was no way I could stop it once you started rubbing me down.”

  “It’s okay. This was my idea.”

  Royal quickly grabbed the spray bottle and walked back to him. She avoided making eye contact with him. Although she could feel his eyes on her, burning a hole straight through her resolve.

  Her eyes also avoided looking directly at his cock again. Like when you’re told not to look directly at the sun. She was afraid she’d go blind. Yeah, blind with lust.

  Royal squeezed the spray bottle and a fine mist of water blanketed his skin. She added more in some spots, causing it to bead up or run down the hills and valleys of his muscles. His skin glistened with the oil and water.

  “Alright,” Royal cleared her throat, “it looks good.”

  She traded the bottle for her camera.

  “Position yourself as if you’re running and in mid-stride. Lead with the prosthetic leg first and then we’ll switch.”

  He did as she asked. And with every pose he stood in and every photo she took, Royal knew they were creating something special.

  As the shoot progressed, McKennon’s erection never fully softened. It stuck around like a great big elephant in the room. It was so glorious that it begged to be touched, sucked, and fucked.

  A few times, as Royal adjusted McKennon into the position she wanted him in, she accidentally touched him here and purposely touched him there. Her knuckles lightly brushed his shaft. Her fingertips danced over the tip. It was wrong, but she couldn’t resist.

  “Alright,” Royal expelled a pent-up breath as she turned away from his tempting body. “You can rest while I see what I’ve got.”

  McKennon sat on the white platform she’d pulled over for him to stand on during the shoot. It was surrounded by black sheets bunched around it to create depth.

  Her camera was setup to transfer her images directly to her laptop as she shot them. Royal clicked through the shots she’d taken of him over the course of a few hours. They were breathtaking and it seemed like there were hundreds. It was going to be hard to narrow them down, but she was glad she had them.

  “Well, it looks like I got everything I needed. I think we’re done.” Royal said as she grabbed a white fluffy towel and turned to McKennon.

  Emerald fire. Once again, McKennon stared at her like she was his last meal. The look drew her towards him on shaky legs. She stopped in front him and held out the towel for him to wipe away the oil and water.

  McKennon rose his face to look up at her. His fingers reached up and played with the hem of her dress instead of taking the towel. He tugged just a little, and she stepped forward between his legs. The backs of his knuckles brushed against the skin of her thighs. Royal could only stand there frozen. Unwilling to pull away. Unable to say no. Only because there was just one word running through her mind.

  Yes. Yes. Yes. YES!

  At her silent acquiescence, the backs of McKennon’s fingers slid up her thigh to her panty line. They flirted with the lacy edge for a few beats. Royal’s breath became erratic with anticipation.

  I can’t ask for it, but please touch me.

  “Have you really gotten all that you need? Are we really done?”

  Then those big fingers finally slipped under to explore her secrets.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  McKennon’s fingers finally found Royal’s secret. And her secret coated his digits like melted, molten chocolate that dripped down his fingers.

  “Mmm…yeah. I didn’t think so.” Mack said as he pulled his hand away and showed Royal what he’d found.

  His fingers glistened with her arousal under the soft camera lighting she had surrounding the space. McKennon brought his fingers to his mouth and spread her honey on his lips. Royal’s hooded eyes widened slightly before he gathered the material of her dress in one hand and pulled her down to him.

  The towel fell to the floor, and her fingers splayed on either side of his face as she lifted his lips up further. Her tongue flicked out and stroked over his lips, tasting herself there. McKennon’s hands shot up and gripped the sides of her face as well, as his mouth opened on a deep gasp.

  His tongue stroked against hers. He tasted her. With his tongue, he showed her what he planned to do to her.

  He’d wanted this for months. He hadn’t had sex in months. Since before the accident. And even if Ainsley had been able to stand to look at him long enough to want sex, she wouldn’t have been able to satisfy the hunger that was deep within him. It was a hunger for a specific taste. The taste of Royal. She was the only one who could sate it.

  Mack’s hands gripped the bottom of Royal’s dress and began to lift. She knew what he wanted, and helped him raise it up over her head. Once it cleared her head, her hair swung free, revealing the now burgundy under layer of color.

  Full D-cup breasts wer
e nestled in a black lace balconette bra. Her stomach was soft and full. A thick waist led to wide hips and plush thighs that were well acquainted with each other. Black, lacey hip-hugging panties rode low on her hips and covered her mound. Her skin was smooth milk chocolate.

  Mack gripped her hips and applied pressure, silently asking her to turn. He wanted to see all of her. Royal turned slowly. He closed his eyes and groaned after taking in her backside.

  What he saw let him know that she knew or had had a pretty good idea that this was going to happen. As far as he knew, most women didn’t wear panties like that if they didn’t have a least some hope the undergarment would be seen.

  The lace at the back of her panties were cut into a V, which created delectable ass cleavage. Several black ribbons attached to the V came together to form a bow right at the base of her tailbone, decorating the cleavage nicely. The sexy panties were the perfect way to show off the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen. It was round and ripe with just the right amount of jiggle.

  Mack leaned forward and kissed one of her cheeks through the lace. Royal sighed and then turned to face him again. She clasped the sides of his face and leaned down to kiss him once more.

  Mack’s hand slid up her back to her bra. He followed the material to the front and stroked his thumbs over her lace-covered nipples. Royal pressed herself into his hands. He could see the glint of something and feel something unusual under the lace. He lifted his hands to her bra straps. Mack lightly scraped his nails down her skin as he pulled the straps down her arms.

  Eventually the lace peeled down her breasts to expose two pierced nipples. Two barbells laid horizontally through Royal’s dark nipples. Attached to them were dangling jewels.

  Mack felt his dick jump. Then he felt the dribble of precum seep from the tip.

  “Fuck me,” Mack whispered under his breath before he leaned towards her breasts.

  His hands lifted Royal’s breasts up, and his tongue flicked against her nipple. He quickly moved to the other and lapped at it as well. Her hands found the back of his head and held him tight.