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Because what truly caught his attention was the sight on the bed. There she was, lying on her side, completely naked, facing him. "Ready to paint me naked, Mr. Fisherman?" she said. All he could do was swallow hard as he stared at her gorgeous body. In that moment, he completely forgot about his exhaustion and the sleepiness he had felt just moments ago. A sly, sexy grin formed on his lips. "I have something else in mind, my mermaid..."

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

I took a deep breath, as if I was trying to push down the wave of inexplicable panic in my chest. After I double-clicked, the folder opened. The first thing I saw was an intimate photo of Zane with a woman I didn't recognize. All the blood in my veins seemed to have turned to ice. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me, the shock reverberating through all my organs and bones. One by one, I scrolled through the photos. Each of them seemed to mock me for the lies I had told myself. Zane had cheated, yet I had been blissfully wrapped up in the joy of becoming his bride. It was pathetically ridiculous.

I turn my head sharply to peer out the French doors. Well, Nico is no longer among the missing, because there he is, laying back on a lounger. I can see him through the greenery in the landscaped planter. He's in his bathing suit and shirtless. Those pecs and abs that tantalize me almost constantly now are on full display. But what's worse is that Nico's bare chest is being enjoyed by an up-close audience of one . . . a beautiful woman who, from what I can see from this vantage point, is wearing a barely-there bathing suit herself.

Surely, two adults who are very well exposed cannot be this blind! The girl in the pictures was almost naked. Her round and full breasts and curvy ass shot out from the sexy bikini that she wore. Her leg, long and thick wrapped around the poll so expertly well that one would think it was a snake in one of the pictures. When I swiped to the next picture, she was going down low on a customer who happened to be an old unattractive local. The third picture almost had me throwing up; this girl who has been edited to look like me was practically sucking a man’s dick in the club, in public!

"Well it is a bit unusual," Mark said, "If that's what works for you, then do it. Like I said, we thought spike was joking with us. We've never been exposed to anyone who is so open about being naked. It might take us some time to adjust." Nicole laughed and said, "It won't take me any time to adjust to seeing you naked Britt, but Mark is battling a hardon as we speak." Mark blushed a bit and said, "It's natural for a guy to get a hardon looking at a beautiful young lady. You can't blame me."

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

We shucked our clothes as well. The one thing about men going nude is there's no hiding your interest in attractive company. Both of us were showing our interest in a relatively short time. Marcia was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and none of the others were slouches either. Zoe was pronouncedly pregnant, but it had the effect of making her look radiant as opposed to ugly. Lucia was dark and trim. Lisa was gorgeous from the neck down, though showing bruising on her ribs. Only her face looked tattered. Marcia went to Sam and his arm went around her, kissing her deeply. I kissed Lisa lightly. "How are you, my love?"

Marcos wrestles with Cameron, a light tussle that leaves them breathless less than five minutes later. A warm voice cuts through their labored breathing, immediately setting us all on edge. “Are you three done talking about ways you want to fuck me in yet or do I have to wait longer to get what I need?” Aretha stands gloriously naked in front of the ajar bathroom. Her skin glistens faintly from her shower with lingering steam escaping behind her, and there is a smile on her lips but her eyes tell a different kind of story—daring, sultry, and yet trembling at the edges with nerves.