Elise Bolton Nude Novels & Stories

I turned to leave the room, but Elsie grabbed my arm to stop me. "Stay," she said in a gentle whimper "Will you get in the shower with me?" I swallowed as I watched Elsie begin to undress herself. She tugged the baggy tee covered in blood over her head, revealing her bare breasts beneath. My eyes dropped to her chest, watching her nipples become perky as they met the air. "Of course I will," I replied with a smile, pulling my own shirt off my body and tossing it to the floor. Elsie then unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her legs, stepping out of them. Finally she slipped her panties off until she presented herself completely naked before me.

Broad shoulders tapered down to a lean, toned waist, every movement making his muscles flex and shift. At that point, Elise grabbed the entire bowl of chips and placed it in her lap. She ate and ate and watched the show… because it truly felt like one. When Graham reached for the hood of the truck, she swore she saw his butt crack! Elise gasped, shoving a handful of sweet potato chips into her mouth as if they could muffle her thoughts. Two full glasses of water later, she was still thirsty, though it wasn’t thirst she could quench. 'Oh my god. I have never seen such a sexy ass in my life.'

The private room's door had flown open. I looked toward the doorway to see a face so gorgeous that it seemed to suck the air out of the room. The woman wore a black coat over straight-cut dress slacks that showed off her long legs. They were paired with a fitted white V-neck shirt that elongated her slender neck. Her high ponytail and those exquisite features carried a cool edge, making her look spirited and dashing. Everyone froze for a few seconds as the woman, Elise, strode straight up to me, looking me in the eyes the whole time. Then, her gaze flicked to the lyrics on the screen. "Who did you finally learn to love?"

Ellison respected her decision. After she put on a red bare-back and off-shoulder dress, Ellison took her to a nightclub to celebrate her divorce and relieve stress. Meanwhile, not far from them were Kayden and his rich friends. Kayden's gaze followed to where Liam pointed. There, standing on the stage, was Elise and a man. The two were dancing. Elise was dressed in a revealing red dress that hugged her curves. Her black hair swayed wildly and seductively as she twirled professionally and seductively on stage. The man, her partner, held her waist and swayed with her.

Seeing blood on Zoe's hands, Elise, who had followed Jennifer out, rushed over. A look of concern: "Yo, isn't this Mrs. Brown? Is your hand okay, do you want to go to the hospital to treat the wound ah?" Zoe steadied herself and looked quizzically at the fancy dress and heavily made-up noblewoman in front of her, "Are you ..?" "I'm Elise Clanton, wife of Bailey West of the West Group." Hearing Elise's introduction, Zoe was confused for a moment.

I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen next, so I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. I let out the breath and opened my eyes when I heard a light thud in front of me. Elise had taken everything she was wearing off, and from the looks of her it looked like she had gotten into a pretty bad fight from the neck down. My eyes widened. Oh my gosh! Is this what we did to her last night? I barely remember anything after we got naked. “ELISE!” I shouted, not completely sure if she was okay with the state of her body. My hands trembled inches away from her skin, too scared to touch her again. I immediately reached for my phone to call Hunter over to the house.

Azael was on it and soon they saw Elise's beautiful face on the screen. "Damn!" Azael felt his heart burn when he saw her dress. It barely reached her thighs, exposing her long legs to the world. The black sexy attire made her look like a minx who had come to destroy the world, their world to be precise. Reuel felt his throat run dry and he had to take a sip of his drink to calm his burning heart. Elise looked tempting, a fucking enchantress and he couldn't move his gaze away from her even for a moment.

One was a journalist. None had been found—until now. The door opened and Elise stepped in, a tablet in her hand, dark circles under her eyes. “You’re all over the news,” Elise said with a tired smile. “They’re calling you the woman who unthawed the truth.” Sophia grimaced. “That’s terrible.” “I know. But they’re listening.” Elise handed her the tablet. The screen showed a live feed from Capitol Hill—Senator Dorian Myles standing behind a podium, flanked by bipartisan lawmakers.

“My shift ends at four. Text me.” She fixed her jacket, trying to look less like she’d just been fucked senseless. “Count on it.” They slipped out separately, he first, blending into the growing crowd of instructors. Elise waited a minute, then strolled out as she’d just grabbed something from her locker. No one looked twice. She rode the gondola up alone, thighs trembling, skin still tingling from his release. The family in the cabin with her chattered about snow conditions. Elise just smiled out the window at the pristine runs below, already counting down to four o’clock.

She enjoyed her meal in silence as she planned on how to spend the rest of her lonely evening. Thenext morning Elise woke up very early to report to work, she had however leant about the availability of a free gym within the apartment and started her day with light work out. She had to maintain her body to achieve the best for her modelling career. She then made her way out of the building to work, it