Her Body Of Work. Marie Donovan

blurted, “The new robe fits well.” Too well, she thought, cursing her impulse to throw away the old skimpy robe. No wide expanse of bare chest or glimpses of tight buttocks. On the other hand, if she wanted him naked, all she had to do was ask.

      Rey hadn’t been shy around male models since art school, and she wouldn’t wimp out now. “Take off your robe.” Her voice was huskier than she expected.

      “I’m all yours, Reina.” He stood and reached for the loose knot at his waist.

      She gulped. All hers. Artistically speaking, of course.