Dean Winters Nude Novels & Stories

"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"

"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?"

Images of Declan’s naked body sparked in her mind. His strong arms, the bit of hair on his chest, the V-lines that dipped down… no. She shook her head to stop thinking of him and instead got dressed in her pyjamas. After figuring out how to use the remote, she watched a Korean movie on N*****x then fell asleep.

he sighs. Oh, I wish so too. How can I feel aroused while lying with a god damn consussion in a hospital bed. "I need distraction, Kar. Otherwise I'll never stop this." "How the hell am I supposed to distract you? I'm not even allowed to leave this bed just in case I collapse. I even have to take a nurse along to pee or shower." Dean sits abruptly up. "You didn't take him in the shower with you, did you?" "Of course not. God, I hate that those photos of me are out there, let alone let some random guy be in the same room when I shower or pee. There are female nurses for that. In fact, I still need to shower."

Dean’s hand moved to his jaw. “You want my attention? You earn it. You don’t throw tantrums for it like a spoiled whore.” River glared. “Then why are you here?” Dean’s lips curved into something dark. “To punish you.” The room was quiet. Only the hum of the AC and River’s shallow breathing filled the space. Dean dragged a chair into the center of the room and sat. “Strip,” he said simply. River hesitated. Dean didn’t repeat himself. River peeled off his T-shirt. Then his sweats. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

he asked, while looking Winter from head to toe pointedly as he inched closer. "I-I'm Winter Lawrence," she replied, frowning while keeping her distance. "Oh, Winter? Such a nice name…" The man chuckled and pointed at himself. "I'm Dean Summer. I'm your senior by a year, and I'm a physiologist at the Riverton Hospital subsidiary." "Over there is Sunny Cabat, an ophthalmologist at Riverton Hospital." "And over there is Jarek Wilk, who owns a small hospital in Norsedam." The men Dean introduced all smiled and nodded at Winter, but they were looking at her sinisterly.

Blossom POV His body, aglow with the sheen of moisture, reflects the intensity of the harsh solar rays, and I find myself utterly captivated by his physique. My eyes are involuntarily drawn to the mesmerizing way his firmly toned arms move beside his flawlessly sculpted hips. As Dean turns around upon exiting the water, pausing momentarily to take in the scenery, my attention fixates entirely on the pleasing fullness of his form—his sculpted lower back dimples and the enticing curvature of his backside. The wet swim trunks cling to him snugly, crafting a second-skin masterpiece that eloquently accentuates his chiseled posterior, pulsing vibrantly with every shift in his weight.

As Garth Brooks sang about his friends in low places, the line of dancers moved in tandem as their clothes slowly disappeared. Turning and facing the audience, Dean’s eyes were drawn to a stick figure tattoo on the upper shoulder on one of the dancers. A boy and a girl, both in black, another boy in red, followed by a third boy and two girls also in black. When they spun back to face Dean, her eyes drank in the chiseled muscles on his chest and abdomen. With a dozen near naked men in front of her, she found herself focused on the subtle differences of this one. His belt buckle did not match the others. Where the others were a silver rectangle with golden star in the center of a circle, his h