Claire Holt Nudes Novels & Stories

Pictures of Claire and William Barlowe together were spread across the table. There were photos of them entering and exiting the hotel together, not just the lobby but the hotel room itself. There were ranchy images of Mr. Barlowe cupping Claire's ass or her breasts. "Oh, this is one of my favorites," Clint handed one image to Brian. It was a picture of Claire pushed against the glass window of a hotel room, clearly naked and pounced on. "Virgin, huh?" Adrian asked. "Unless that's you, Brian? But I doubt that. You never took her to the Plaza Hotel, right?"

"That would seem to be an excellent idea. Go ahead. And remember! I am looking for a fey combination of innocence and wisdom coupled with great tits." Claire didn't know what to do. On the face of it, Justin's request seemed reasonable. She knew that actors sometimes did nude scenes and that a director might want to make sure that she was comfortable doing them, as well as making sure that her body was good enough. She was very confident on both concerns: she knew her body was awesome and she was very relaxed about being nude in front of others. In fact that was the problem. Would Danny be happy for her to be naked in front of an audience?

She was tall, willowy, sun-kissed — a total contrast to Claire’s petite, curvy frame. Now Harper moved behind Claire, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. Claire’s big, beautiful breasts spilled free — full, firm, with dark nipples that begged to be sucked. I’d seen her naked many times in college, but never like this — never with raw sexual energy crackling in the air. They turned toward me, holding hands, bodies on full display. Two gorgeous, nearly naked women — Harper the tall athletic blonde with her thick golden bush, Claire the petite brunette with her heavy tits and smooth shaved pussy lips already glistening with arousal. They looked incredible together.

As they drove back to Lani's house and sat on the sofa to relax, they coincidentally stumbled upon Claire's clarification video uploaded two hours ago. Claire appeared without makeup. Her face looked more vulnerable than usual, dressed in simple attire. "Once again, the tired and frail appearance to gain sympathy from viewers," Aurora remarked sarcastically upon seeing Claire on the screen. This image was a common tactic used by celebrities caught in scandals, so it didn't seem unfamiliar to her. Lani nodded and continued watching the video. Claire slowly sat down and began explaining.

Liam just held her for a long time, both of them knowing they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But Claire didn’t feel guilty. She felt powerful. --- The next night, she did something even bolder. She invited two men from the list at the same time — Theo Grant (the personal trainer) and Marcus Hale (the first one). They met at a hotel suite she had booked. The moment the door closed, the two men looked at each other, then at her, and grinned like wolves. Claire stood in the middle of the room in nothing but heels and a silk robe.

Abby replied. "That's not a problem. We can go skinny dipping." Claire stated before she took her bra off. "Come on, James and I do it all the time." "Claire, are you serious?" I looked at her pissed. "I don't mind being naked around my ex-fiancé. It's not like he hasn't seen everything before. Am I right, James?" "You are fucking crazy." James stated. "You are the one who is fucking your new girl in our house and you call me crazy. You parade her around like a trophy."

The moon goddess had to be awarded for taking her time in creating Isabelle, giving her everything in the right proportion. "Are you into women?" Isabelle asked, raising a brow. "No-o I'm not. It's just that I haven't se-seen a naked person before." Claire stuttered in embarrassment as she was caught staring. "You better get used to it." At that moment, Claire remembered the reason she's there and the assignment given to her by Isabelle. She was in deep shit. She had no idea how Isabelle liked her bath. And she knew asking her is equivalent to matching her death.

She shot me a sultry look, but her eyes darted to Clara, venom lacing her smirk. I stripped efficiently—linen shorts gone, shirt already open—down to black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide my throbbing erection, the outline thick and veined against the fabric. My gaze locked on Clara, who hesitated at the edge of the circle, her sundress still on. "Strip, little sis," I commanded low, voice rough with hunger. The group chanted "Off! Off!" Tessa grabbed the hem, yanking it up playfully. "C'mon, Clara—show us what Nolan's been hiding." Clara flushed deep red but complied, peeling the dress over her head to reveal a simple white bikini set—innocent, but fuck, it hugged her curves like sin.

“Hand cream?” Claire shook her head. “No, thanks.” But when she turned to face Nadine, her eyes narrowed. “You… you look familiar.” Nadine smiled. “I'm Nadine Hale.” Claire frowned, her gaze sharpening as she racked her brain to place the name and face. Finally, her brows raised, recognition settling. “You're… Lyra’s friend? The one from the tape.” Nadine smirked. “Not how I'd like to be remembered, but yeah.”

Claire pulled back, and shook her head vehemently. “I will not be tricked by you. Not now, at least. No matter how hot you are.” Claire said, and John scoffed, winking at her. He reached for another wing, and devoured it while Claire watched, salivating. “Shower quickly.” She said. **** "What did I miss?" Claire asked the second they reappeared. "Magdalena has formally admitted that her preference for short, bald men is a fetish," Nikita reported. “No way!” Claire gasped in disbelief.