Claire Dearing Hot Novels & Stories

"It was never that simple. Audrey, you really irritated me. We were separated by a thick, heated silence. I was no longer sure what to believe. I was unable to disentangle the complex and entangled web of danger and desire that was Damien. But a piercing voice pierced the garden before I could reply. As she entered the frame, Claire drewled, "Well, isn't this a touching scene?" Malice glistened in her eyes, and she wore a sleek, blood-red outfit that clung to her physique. "Damien, you are an expert at picking them. Me first, and now her? Damien tensed up, his whole body twitching like a spring. He murmured, "Claire," icily. "Get her out of here." Claire's grin, however, become sarcastic and

"Riley O'Brien I'll have you know that the last thing on my mind right now is shacking up with a man like Zade Cutler" That had muted her for a second before she gave me one of her famous smirks. "Is he hot atleast?" Another cough threatened to erupt from my body but I held a neutral face my right hand on my hip. "Maybe. Just a bit" "Just a bit? Claire Hayden thinks a man is hot, damn we might expect rain tonight" I laughed. Anyone with eyes could see how gorgeous Zade was and the man knew it, reveled in it even. "I thought you listened to all the rumors?"

Finley said to her, pulling a face of mock regret, though he still generously gave in to the request. Clara’s legs trembled slightly as she moved from her seat, passing by another woman who had just stood up beside Trey. She lowered herself into the spot wearing a daringly revealing outfit; the top showed the swell of her full chest, and the bottom was so short it barely covered anything.

I also wore black heels and had a small black clutch purse that held my wallet and phone. Delilah had a fitted black sleeved dress and her hair was in a low bun. She wore black heels like me and had a small off the shoulder purse. The waiter came up to us shortly after sitting down and poured us some wine. I asked for the white wine and De had red. I preferred red wine most days but I wanted something more refreshing than slightly bitter. Being with Archer, I wasn't allowed to drink alcohol so tonight was like a breath of fresh air. I took a sip of my wine and noticed Delilah looking around the place. Eyeing for a hot man. Looking for her prey. I smiled as I put my glass down.

Clair put on a sweet smile, flashing Jeff a flirty look. “We’re all family here. There’s no need for formality!” “I did so much just to attend your charity event.” “Oh my! I wouldn’t anger your mistresses by saying this, would I?” “I didn’t mean it, Young Master Bauer. I said this only because I admire you!” “Oh my! I’m so embarrassed!” Clare acted all shy, but she was actually quite calculating. Anyone would think that she was just Jeff’s innocent little sister. The mistresses were both smart; they could clearly tell what Clare was up to.

She leaned toward Claire with an insinuating look, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Feeling bored, Claire continued to drink water. Before she could finish half of it, she sensed something was wrong. Her body inexplicably heated up, a hot unease burning from her core to her waist. Claire's breathing became increasingly rapid, her brows furrowing as an unsettling thought emerged. Seeing the glass, she quickly set it down as if it had scalded her. What had just happened? Why was she feeling so hot? Was she drugged like her friend – had someone put something in her drink?

he asked frowning, she chuckled a bit. “Don’t tell me you don’t know about it, very soon you will” She smirked, going into the inner room, as he made his way to the door, still reminiscing on the word. ~~~~~ Clara barge the door as she made her way into the room, boiling with rage. She sighted Celine making out with a lady on the bed, they doesn’t seem disturbed by her sudden entrance. She had known Celine to be a lesb!an for a long time, that’s why she rarely keep her boyfriends. They had made out some time, and she also loves it. Celine is such a goo k**ser, and f**ks really good. She prefer woman doing the job for her than men, according to her, women are good cl!t suckers. They were bot

His eyes were dark with lust. But he was not alone. Sitting on the edge of the large king-sized bed was Claire, the same young teaching assistant Adrian had fucked on his desk the night Lila caught them. Claire wore a tight red dress. Her long legs were crossed. She smiled nervously but excitedly when she saw Lila. “Close the door and lock it,” Adrian ordered. Lila obeyed. Her heart pounded. She felt a rush of jealousy mixed with strong arousal. Adrian walked behind Lila and slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked. Claire’s eyes moved over Lila’s body, her full breasts, hard nipples, and smooth, already wet pussy.

She looked up when Claire came into the room, already dressed in scrubs. "Are we ready to get this show on the road ladies and gentlemen?" Claire asked as she went to wash her hands in the sink. She turned to find Jordon and Dell leaving with a wave and excited expressions on their faces. She heard the lock on the door click and blinked down at her hands when a pair of gloves appeared on her hands, it sure was going to be an interesting experience working with the fairy! "It will be over soon, we will be holding them in our arms before we know it" Clary whispered, looking up into Damon eyes when he wrapped his arms around her head. She saw the worry there, the look in his eyes matching her o

It was no wonder she unconditionally and irrevocably fell head over heels for him over and over again. Getting into the tub, Claire closed her eyes when the warm water wrapped around her body. She could smell a few oils that were relaxing and soothing the aches in her body. A sigh escaped her lips, thinking this was the best treat ever. Later on, Claire stood outside the car park in the dress that Oliver had prepared for her. It was a silver dress that hugged her figure perfectly. A fair amount of cleavage was left in the open with the straps hanging at the edge of her shoulders before cutting low on her back, leaving an open back.