Ash Costello Nude Novels & Stories

Professor Cain was walking towards us, looking just as ravishing as he was yesterday. And he was staring at me! He was coming towards us too. Was he? I looked around frantically and realized we were already standing at the door to our class. Would he be teaching us again today? My breath caught in my throat as he came closer and my throat went dry. He was wearing a white shirt, the shirt was open at the top, showing off a generous amount of his chest. The shirt hugged his torso like a second skin. His arm muscles bulged as he walked.

“Play hardball, Starling.” “Gladly,” she said with a sharp nod before leaving the conference room. Rodrigo crossed his arms over his chest, studying the remaining data. “Ignoring the possibility of an unregistered Awakaned, we’ve managed to follow the money trail through dozens of offshore accounts and shell companies to a meat packing company based out of Newton, Kansas, that hasn’t had a working plant in at least a decade. It’s been on the FBI’s radar recently as a possible trafficking location, and they’ve had surveillance running on it for the past month. Drone and satellite imagery shows activity occurring at night that has nothing to do with cattle.”

One of them — Tyler, I was almost certain it was Tyler — was standing with his hand on his hip, completely nude, talking to someone I couldn’t see, gesturing with the kind of animated emphasis that suggested a story being told at full volume. One guy — blond, enormous, tattooed — walked past the camera completely naked, scratching his stomach. Another was drying his hair with a towel that was emphatically not around his waist. Another was bent over, reaching into a lower locker, and the angle was — The camera whipped back. Chase’s face filled the screen. Close. Flushed. The specific shade of red that came from exertion and something adjacent to horror. “You didn’t see anything,” he said. “I—

“Go in there and pack up. Leave right now. I have another chef who’ll do a better job than this rubbish you’ve done.” Ashley’s jaw tightened as she watched Nonna kneel, begging. But behind Quinn’s calm expression something dark flickered. Ashley Knowles wasn’t always this calm, she’d been called sassy and rude for a reason back in Desert MC.

Needing Ethan’s signature on the final maritime clearance bonds, I descended into the subterranean training wing, the rhythmic, deafening thuds of a heavy punching bag echoing down the stone corridor. I didn't find Ethan. Asher stood alone at the center of the sprawling floor, illuminated by the harsh, white glare of industrial track lighting. He was completely bare-chested, his massive, heavily muscled back glistening with a thick layer of sweat that made the intricate, dark tattoos of bared wolf jaws and coiled serpents rippling across his skin look terrifyingly alive. He wasn't wearing boxing gloves; his large hands were wrapped tightly in coarse white athletic tape, now stained with grea

“A woman like this? You’d be scared of catching something just playing around with her, and you treat her like treasure. Asher, you could have anyone. Why pick this?” Forrest had many flaws. Chief among them was his vicious mouth. But for once, Anna found it satisfying. Coming from him, it carried weight. Asher’s face darkened. “Forrest, are you insane? Apologize to Michelle.” Forrest laughed. “Apologize to a prostitute? You’re joking.” Asher swung a fist at him. “Stop talking nonsense!” Forrest caught his wrist. “Fine. A prostitute at least charges a price. She gives it away for free. Ask her if she’s seen me before.”

Afterall, it’s not like we would meet again. That’s why I was stunned to see him here now. Good thing he had no idea this was my town. Murmuring to myself, I glanced around for Faith and Cassie only for my gaze to rest on Asher. The guy was indeed as gorgeous as they were saying. He looked super cool in his white turtle neck and a fanciful black waistcoat which he flew open. He let his hair fall over his face and he had on this dark shades. Well unfortunately, I think our eyes met.

Dante followed behind her. “What are you doing?” Ashley asked. “We’re taking a shower together.” “Dante, noooo!” Ashley ran toward the bathroom, but he caught her before she could escape. They fell onto the bed laughing, wrapped in each other’s arms. As the night went on, Ashley finished dressing in a nude-colored lace dress that hugged her curves tightly and stopped just below her knees. Dante couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You look so gorgeous,” he murmured, spinning her around.

"There's a part of the water that's shallow enough for us to stand in." I turned to look into his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "I would love to, but what about our clothes? We don't have an extra set of clothes with us." Ashton chuckled and pulled me closer. "Who said we need clothes to have fun?" With that, he stood and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned physique. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground, leaving him standing there in only his boxers. And just as I thought he was going to the water already, he removed his boxers, standing completely naked in front of me.

Thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, plump pink lips, sharp jawline, chiseled face, pale skin, and finally broad chest and tick muscles were everything sexy about him. "Not really. It has been a while, Jaxon. How have you been?" Asher asked as he tilted his head to glance at his friend, who just shrugged and grabbed the wine glass on the counter. "We have just been here. Guess you have been busy lately, yeah? I haven't seen you here in a while. I almost thought you forgot you still have a friend here," Jaxon uttered and chuckled softly before he sipped from the wine. "Just been choked up with work," Asher replied to him, and he nodded his head.