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. Sparks fly during the photo shoot when she snaps pictures of sexy delivery man Zach Moreno’s strategically placed package. When they cross paths again at a charity ball and bachelor auction, Corina surprises everyone—including herself—by placing the highest bid on Zach, the sexiest bachelor up for grabs.
Thanks to the frenzied atmosphere of the auction—and the complimentary champagne—she’s helpless to fight the insane chemistry between her and Zach any longer and the two celebrate her winning bid. With a bang. Afterwards, Corina’s mortified that she had sex with Zach in a cramped supply room at the bachelor auction. How can she face him again? Then again, after bidding an incredible six-thousand dollars to win him at the auction, she can’t afford to skip out on the date. Besides, the sex was unbelievably hot, and she really shouldn’t deprive herself that one indulgence. After all, what harm could come from one innocent picnic in the park lunch date?
“So, what do you have in store for me, Corina?” Zach asked, and tightened his grip on her hip.
The two were dancing together at the charity ball following the auction. He hadn’t left her side since she’d stepped forward to claim her prize after bidding on him, not that she was going to complain about that.
“What if I said I haven’t decided yet?” Corina asked.
She knew all the bubbly she’d consumed had something to do with her saucy answer. Zach smirked and raised an eyebrow at her reply.
“Let me know if you need help, I might have an idea or two about what I’d like to do with you. Of course, a sexy redhead like you probably doesn’t need suggestions from me.”
The song came to an end and they stopped moving briefly in the silence while they waited for the next melody to start. In that moment, Zach held her still in his arms and locked his gaze on her. A shiver traveled down her spine. How was she supposed to respond to his innuendo? Sexy talk wasn’t her strong suit. In an attempt to make the situation less sexually charged, she brought up their impending outing.
“Right…about our date, why don’t you tell me what you like? Do you enjoy spending time in nature?”
“Yes, I love the outdoors. Just what did do you have in mind?” Zach pressed again.
“With a body like yours, I figured you had to get a lot of fresh air and exercise.” As soon as the words tumbled from her lips, Corina placed a hand over her mouth as though to ensure she didn’t say anything else embarrassing. Alcohol had caused the filter on her mouth to cease working completely.
“So you’ve noticed my body, huh?”
“Yeah, I mean…you looked pretty fit at the photo shoot.” Mortified by her words, she broke eye contact and directed her gaze across the dance floor. “I mean…never mind. Back to our date. I’ve planned a simple picnic lunch, at Forest Park. And afterward, I thought we could walk around, and visit the museums,” she said about one of the most notable green spaces in the city of St. Louis.
“That sounds fun. But, you get me all day, you know? Since you’ve planned lunch, why don’t I plan dinner?”
“Okay. Are you going to give me a hint about what we’re doing for dinner?” Corina asked when the two stopped dancing momentarily as the band introduced the next song.
“Nope,” he said simply as he swept her up into his arms again.
The musicians played a slower number, and Zach pulled her body closer.
“You know, technically our date on Saturday won’t be our first.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we chatted during the calendar shoot, so that was our ice- breaker. Then I rang your bell,” he said and bobbed his eyebrows up and down. “And I met your dog. That’s a pretty serious step. Then tonight, this is practically our third date.”
“And everyone knows what happens on the third date,” Corina said around a giggle that ended with a hiccup.
She’d really had too much to drink. She looked up into Zach’s eyes and noticed the dark irises seemed to glitter like onyx. He narrowed his gaze at her. Now she’d gone and done it. She must have embarrassed him with her blathering.
“Of course I know what most people do on the third date. But, sometimes you meet someone and the connection is there and you just can’t wait that long,” he purred.
He ran his hand along the lush curve of her hip and settled his fingertips at the top of her ass. His electrifying caress caused a bloom of desire to unfurl inside her. The tips of her nipples hardened and tingled from the intimate position of his hands on her body. She pressed herself even closer against to him, and loved the feel of his solid chest as it pressed against her breasts. She repositioned her hips, which caused her thigh to graze his pelvic region. When she felt the rigid length of his cock against her leg, her pulse leapt and her sex clenched in response.
Corina brought her gaze up to his and she read the blatant sexual look on his face. God help her, she wanted to rip his clothes off and jump him right in the middle of the dance floor at the sophisticated event. She rolled her lips inward as she thought about placing that big, thick cock in her mouth. She wanted to feel the friction as its smooth head glided across her tongue. She pictured the way his slim hips and plump ass would look while he pumped into her mouth. Unable to help herself, a soft moan escaped her lips as the fantasy played out inside her mind.
His fingertips dig dug into the meaty flesh of her hip, and she knew his mind had to be traveling down a similar path. Zach gave her a slow, almost imperceptible nod. Corina was panting for breath, but it had nothing to do with the sexy dance she’d just shared with him. She decided to take the lead and show Mr. Out of My League an evening he wouldn’t soon forget. Turning her head to the side, she placed her mouth beside Zach’s ear.
“Follow my lead,” she told him and then released herself from his grasp.
Scanning the crowd for Anderson, she found him at a table occupied by a few of the night’s bachelors and their bidders. Anderson’s arms flailed in an animated way in front of him. She knew he was regaling people with a wild story, one of the men enraptured by her brother’s shenanigans was Trey, the hot fireman from the photo shoot who’d commented on Anderson’s good looks. She was thankful for the attention the men were paying Anderson, because she didn’t want her brother to see what she was about to do next.
Corina excused her way through the throng of guests on the crowded dance floor and snaked between a series of tables to get to the back of the enormous banquet room. As casually as she could, she turned her head and looked backward over her shoulder to ensure Zach was keeping up with her. He was. The roar of rushing blood reverberated in her ears above the music and gaiety of her surroundings.
She slipped into a dimly lit hallway and then through a door to a tiny closet used for storage. She’d been the photographer at a wedding at this banquet hall years ago and she still remembered the layout. Inside the small space there were extra folding chairs, tables and other supplies. Zach was close behind her and crossed the threshold of the closet seconds after her. She’d barely had time to shut and lock the door before Zach’s hands were all over her body. Using his powerful chest, he leaned toward her and wedged her there, between him and the door. His mouth, warm and insisting, found hers and he plowed all ten of his fingers into her hair when as he kissed her.
Too turned on to care about her mussed appearance or the fact that she’d spent an hour creating the glamorous waved hairstyle, Corina moaned in response and ground her breasts against him. He growled and tilted her head back further. His kiss became even more passionate and erotic as he plunged his tongue into her mouth over and over.
She ran her hands over his shirt, vest and tuxedo jacket. She wanted to rip the finery off his body and expose his chiseled form. He ended their kiss abruptly and pulled back to look her in the eyes.
As if reading her mind, Zach said, “God, I’d love nothing more than to tear that dress off your delicious body.”
He thought her body was delicious? The thought made her giddy and even hornier. “As much as I’d love that, this dress does have a zipper. It’s right here, you see,” she said pointing to the zipper that was hidden in a seam along the left side of her gown.
“That will take too much time,” Zach said as he edged the hem of her dress up her leg. “We’ll have to be quick, and neat,” he added, almost as an afterthought. Once he’d bunched the heavy-beaded material of the gown over her hips, he knelt in front of her.
“God, those are hot,” he told her as he ran his fingertips over the top of her thigh- high stockings. He placed a soft kiss at the top of her thigh, where the silky material of the nylons met her flesh.
Corina trembled at the feel of his hot, wet mouth on her skin. She used his hands, which were wrapped around the back of her thighs, for support. He moved his fingers up and gripped her bare ass, hard.
“Oh, my God, you’re wearing a thong,” he said around a groan as he pulled the flimsy piece of material down her hips. “You’re so beautiful, and not just here,” Zach told her and brushed his fingertips over her labia.
Her clit throbbed in response to his words and the softness of his touch. She leaned her head against the door when she felt him explore her wet pussy. His touch was slow and soft. It was as though he were testing her. Teasing her. Corina wanted and needed more. She writhed against his hand, craving a release. He must have sensed her urgency, because he used the pad of his thumb to stroke the hard pearl of flesh at the base of her sex. He circled the slippery bud in a deliberate stroke that caused her to cry out.
“Please,” she begged softly. She was dying to moan, but she couldn’t risk the two of them getting caught. “Zach, please…”
“Please, what?” He released his hold on her throbbing, wet flesh. Standing to his full height again, he slipped her thong in the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket. “Tell me what you need, Corina,” he challenged as he stared into her eyes
A self-professed bookworm, Netflix junkie and all around story geek, Ariel Storm started writing as an adolescent and hasn’t looked back. In her late teens she picked up a paperback romance and was hooked. Her obsession with love stories stems from her desire to shine light and positivity into a negative, dark world.
Although she’s held almost every job imaginable, from working in a restaurant, a call center and public libraries, ‘writer’ is her favorite job title, and one she feels blessed to have.