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Emily says, her voice is light and teasing and from a woman I would think that she is teasingly flirting with me but I doubt Emily would do that, then she looks down into the hot tub and no matter how much I try to hide it the fact that I’m naked is obvious. “Are we finally allowed to be naked in the hot tub?” She asks noticing my nakedness and when I can’t find the words to reply she quickly starts to pull off her bikini starting with the top that once off reveals her budding breasts and pointy pink nipples. With zero hesitation she shimmies out of her bikini bottoms revealing a small sprinkling of light pubic hair. “Oh, that is so much better.” She says with a soft moan that sounds purely

That weekend, Emily showed up at Landon’s studio and posed for the nude photos. They were all tasteful, as Landon had promised, but Emily couldn’t help feeling like she’d sold herself out. She posed behind a sheet that just barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t help but think of the modeling jobs she used to get.

The one empty at 11PM except for the distant hum of the city. Marcus pulled over in a dark spot between two trees. He opened the back door and pulled her out by the collar. Jax stayed in the truck, door cracked, phone out, recording. Emma stood there in the moonlight, completely naked except for the collar and the ring, plugs still deep inside her. Her belly hung low, tits leaking steady streams down her stomach, pussy and ass still twitching around the silicone.

She wore a simple yet provocative black satin dress, and earrings that sparkled like blades. — You look gorgeous, she whispered. Even in ruins, you radiate something incredible. I managed a smile. One of those smiles you give when you just want to avoid crying. — I messed everything up, Cass… I caught him with someone else. At his place. In our bed. He lied to me for months. She opened her arms wide and ordered two shots of tequila. — To all the men who don’t deserve us.

Emma’s pulse hammered wildly in her ears as the sharp knock echoed through the silent house. Her legs felt weak. She had sent the video barely fifteen minutes ago, the one where she was naked, moaning Marcus’s name like a whore while fucking herself with a thick dildo. What the hell had she been thinking? She quickly wrapped a thin silk robe around her still-naked body and tied it loosely. Her nipples were still hard, her pussy still slick and throbbing from the multiple orgasms she’d given herself.

"Emma Harris, his partner on his current television series." My forehead creased as I tried to remember who was Emma Harris again and then realization dawned on me when I remembered that I saw her with Tyler on a big billboard somewhere in New York the last time I was there. Oh, yea. She was Tyler's current love team for his television project. "I think I knew her. She was the woman who starred in Caught, right?" Heartly then asked and Caroline nodded. "Yea, she was that woman. It was also the first time she was paired with Tyler and it was the first time we had our first ever big fight. The movie has a porn scene and Tyler didn't even tell me about it."

I recognized them as hickeys, but who gave them to her? "There are more," Charlene tells me, and I know she was talking about the other photos in the envelope. Setting the photo down on my lap, I pull out the rest of the pictures, and gasped as I studied each one. Emma, my best friend who sacrificed everything, even herself to get me out of the pits of hell is in the cells naked in one photo, and the others depict her in a room with Hunter. Goddess knows what he My grip on the photos tightened as fury takes hold of me.

Twice, her nudes were leaked, she was one more major fuck up away from being unemployable. “And you are?” She asked, giving the mic to a lady in silver dress and red heels. “Helen, a stripper.” The lady spoke into the mic. I was gonna lie, I was liking it, and held back from dashing to the stage to grab her away like I initially planned when I left the bathroom in haste. “Go get it girl!” Emma said, making stripper moves. Helen cheered her up, like that wasn't enough, she kissed her ass, literally.

His hands played around her abdomen. Emma was ashamed of making sound and she tried to shut the eratic sounds coming from her heart. She wanted more. His every touch was driving her crazy but she could not blunt it out. Elijah teased her more. He brought down her panties and her well shaved public area was before his eyes. He wanted to see her deep and let his mouth drink her wine. Elijah held her waist and Emma subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist. He supported her butt and took her to his bed.