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"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

Who the sexy hell is this? "I can feel you looking at me." The mysterious guy says, finally standing straight. He turns around. "It is rude to stare." Oh shit. Oh my freaking fucking shit. What the fuck is Nate Adams doing here?! My shock sinks down into my throat as I am hit with another wave of his juicy sexiness. A sexiness that I am seeing so close for the very first time. He is tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms. The two circular muscular curves of his chest is carved, deep, breathtaking and covered with sleek shiny sweat. A line of dripping sweat snakes down a wet path from the dip of his neck down to his stomach, making me swallow at the deep curves of his six abs lining his p

The sliding doors to the pool area were open, letting in the warm night breeze and the sound of gentle waves. That’s when I heard it. A low, deep groan. I froze near the pool house door, which was slightly ajar. Moonlight spilled inside, and what I saw made my breath catch in my throat. Mr. Adebayo stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, completely naked. His powerful body glistened with sweat. One large hand gripped the base of his massive cock while the other stroked it with slow, rough strokes. He was huge—thick, veined, and rock hard. The head was swollen and shiny with precum. His abs flexed with every movement, and his muscular thighs were planted wide apart.

Adele’s gaze remained unchanged, but Nina could almost hear the system processing her request, recalibrating the delivery. “Nathan Graves. Age: twenty-five. Height: 185 centimeters. Occupation: unemployed. Hobbies: clubbing, weightlifting, photography, car racing. Family ties: Linus Graves, father. Camille Graves, mother. Lily Graves, sister. Cecily Graves, sister—” “Oh, for the love of God, Adele!” Nina interrupted, throwing her hands in the air. “Could you skip all the fluff and get to the point? Why does it feel like you’re dragging this out on purpose?”

Cool air kissed my heated skin as I was bared to his hungry gaze, clad only in lacy black lingerie. "Fuck, look at you," Adrian rasped appreciatively, drinking in the sight of my nearly naked body.* " Gonna mark up this flawless skin and make you scream on my cock…” I shuddered as Adrian's calloused hands mapped the curves of my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He palmed my breasts roughly through the sheer lace of my bra, thumbs circling my hard nipples. "Such perfect tits," he groaned, ducking his head to mouth at the swell of cleavage. "Bet they'd look stunning wrapped around my cock, smothered in my cum."

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

Aria’s POV: Through the crack in the door— I saw him. Kade. Bare-backed and glistening, fully nude , sweat painting his skin like he’d just finished the first round. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating. I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely. *Oh my* His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The afternoon light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation.