Fiona Bruce Nude Novels & Stories

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Fiona glanced at Frederick, and a wave of bashfulness washed over her. Memories of the incident when he had seen her naked flooded back, turning her cheeks the color of blooming peonies. Anya was unaware of Fiona's inner turmoil. She saw Fiona's face erupt in a fiery blush, reminiscent of a ripe crab. Reaching out with concern, Anya touched Fiona's cheek to check for a fever. The touch sent a jolt through Fiona. She flinched, her own hand instinctively flying to her burning cheeks.

She clutched her bed sheet tight, her legs squeezing tight together. Fiona's eyes nearly popped out of her head because it was a sight she would have never associated with her boss. Ma'am Rosy always looked efficiently dressed in work suits and high heels, her long hair knotted at the top of her head and not a strand out of place. She always looked elegant, prim, and proper, like a classy princess. Now, staring at her writhing in her own bed, naked and oblivious of any other person, her face was a mask of pure, undiluted pain. It broke something in young Fiona's heart.

That would make me a peeping Tom. By the way, was the term ‘peeping Tom’ for males and females? Tom is a male, you know. **“I have to say, I am glad you chose my side,” Bruce told Fiona on our video call. The call had two people on each side. Bruce and I in his private library, Fiona and Kenzie in her store. She had to use such a crude place because it was likely other rooms had been bugged by Baldwin. “I still have some loyalty left inside of me,” Fiona replied calmly. “After all, I have been the CEO of Stamford Fashion for years now.

The fabric feels strange against my skin, and I'm painfully aware of the eyes that seem to be boring into me from all directions. Fiona struts out of the restroom looking like a plus-sized model fresh off a bikini runway. Her curves are on full display, and her chest is, well, let's just say it makes you wonder if she's smuggling melons. Her poor bra is hanging on for dear life, the lace trim waving a white flag in surrender to the pull of gravity.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Fiona's POV I looked over my shoulder, throwing the cape over my head to make sure I wasn't seen. The dark street helped conceal my face as I walked into the narrow passage, knocking eagerly on one of the joint doors of the bustling club. A group of naked ladies stood on the stage, dancing shamelessly as men ogled them. It was more of a market for sex toys, and I felt nauseous watching the horrid scene. A man approached upon seeing me. "You must be her," he said.

“It’s perfectly safe. This side is private.” She eased the shorts and top out of her, leaving her in a turquoise bikini. With Luke’s hawk-like gaze watching every move of hers, Brynne felt acutely aware of herself. Although he had seen her naked many times, she blushed at his appraisal. Slowly turning around, she faced him and a delicious thrill went up her spine. It was obvious he was again aroused to the point of no return. How could his swimming trunk hide his massive arousal?

I sat there, naked, humiliated, and burning with enough shame to carry me through the rest of the year. I sat there a moment too long, and suddenly, something in me went reckless. I picked up my phone, angled it, and took some pictures... Legs spread, spine curved, fingers trailing where his mouth should have been. I took a second picture with my back arched, thighs parted, and one hand grazing my inner thigh. I took one with my lip caught between my teeth, my eyes half-closed, and my fingers twisted in my own hair like I was already coming undone.

Thinking this, she felt suffocated again. Fiona appeared behind her in the mirror, emerging from a bathroom stall, laughing, “What a coincidence! I’ve got something good for you.” “What good thing?” Aside from snacks, what else could Fiona offer? Discussing food in the bathroom seemed too much. Fiona grinned mischievously, “Back in my wild days, I knew an audio-visual store owner with a rich collection of films. Aren’t you looking for…that? I’ve sourced some for you, study up.”