Garrett Clayton Nude Novels & Stories

“Dontrell used to be smarter than me in every way, but now? He’s so blinded by his love for you that he can’t even see your secret when it’s right at the tip of his nose." He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. "But I can." I twisted against his grip, but I was too close—too aware of the hard press of his chest, the leather of his belt— And lower. “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I have no secrets.” My breath shuddered as I forced myself to look at his face. "Stop projecting on me, and what is it that Dontrell can’t see that only you can?" Clayton tilted his head, watching me like a predator toying with its prey. Then, with deliberate slowness, he threw my headset onto the co

Both of them stared at me with open hunger. Claire stepped forward first, running her hands over my waist. “You look like such a little whore for us,” she murmured, kissing my neck. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you again.” Dr. Hawthorne watched us for a moment before commanding, “Both of you. Undress. Now.” Claire pulled her tight white dress over her head, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already hard. She was completely naked in seconds. I unhooked my bikini and let it drop, standing bare before them.

Scarlett’s POV “Hey,” I heard Clay’s voice behind me as I prepared to grill the steak on the stove. I turned toward the sound, and there he was, walking into the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing only his shorts, his skin still damp from a shower. The grime and chaos of the fight had been washed away, leaving him looking refreshed and utterly magnetic. My eyes lingered longer than they should have, tracing the lines of his muscles before I forced myself to look back at the stove.

— Later that night, in the honeymoon suite, Olivia stood by the window, watching the city lights. The room felt icy, but the negligee she wore did little to protect her from the cold. She hugged her arms around herself, trying to trap some heat, and that's when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. She turned her head just in time to see Clayton step out of the bathroom. He was bare-chested, his skin glistening from the steam. He wore only boxer briefs that hugged him just right. Olivia swallowed deeply. She had always known he was fit from his training, but she hadn't realized how truly sculpted his body was. It was as if an artist had taken great care to carve every inch of him with

"I’ve never wanted anything more. Not the clinic, not the land. Just you. Without the contracts. Without the lies." That was the final tether to snap. Garette shed the last of his own armor—the expensive shirt, the watch that timed his life in billable hours—and pulled her back into the heat. The movements that followed were a blur of sensation: the rough slide of his palms against her thighs, the weight of him pressing her into the pillows, and the way his mouth seemed determined to map every scar he had promised to heal.

Nyla I stared at the photo on my screen, unable to look away. Ezekiel stood there by the pool, shirtless and glistening, his wet hair slicked back, those perfectly carved abs catching the sunlight like some kind of god. My brother Garrett was next to him, laughing, but my eyes only saw Ezekiel. He looked so hot it almost hurt. I’d been invited to go with them today, but the usual shyness had crept in, and I’d said no. Now I was regretting it so badly my chest ached.

It was cracked open just enough. Just enough to see Garrett, naked and gleaming with sweat, buried between a woman's thighs. Someone Adrienne didn't recognize—dark hair, pale skin, crying out like she was being worshipped. "Gods, you feel incredible," Garrett panted. The woman laughed breathlessly. "Better than your precious princess?" Everything inside Adrienne went still and cold.

And at the same time, my eyes landed on the straight face of Garrett. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing now. Fuck, he was unclad down to his torso, and I couldn’t help but swoon over how fit he was. It was late into the afternoon, so him being shirtless was understandable. Even though he was slim, apparently, the fact that he was able to keep fit was the most amazing thing of all. Who didn’t want a man with well-structured muscles all over? I didn’t know how long I had stared at his unclad torso, but Anya’s cheerful whimpering in my head was what brought me back to my senses.

The sight of him as he walked towards me, it made desire stir inside me when it should’ve incited fear. Clay might not be built like a tank like Garrick was, but he could make mincemeat out of Garrick with the tiniest amount of effort. He was all taunt muscle and liquid grace as he walked, the black material of his Tee-shirt stretching across his chest and biceps with each small movement. His copper hair was dark under the moonless night sky and his eyes held a faint glow that wasn’t just the wolf. He wore worn out black jeans and sneakers and I realized too late that he looked simply breathtaking even when dressed down while I looked like a drenched rat who was sweating profusely with my ta

she chirped before returning to her post. Lorraine took the elevator to Clay's room. When she reached it, she hesitated outside his door, her mind filled with sudden hesitant thoughts. Standing there, she reached into her purse and took out her key but held it for a few minutes, contemplating whether to open the door. Suddenly, the door swung open, and she found herself staring directly into his gaze. Lorraine was stunned. Clay stood there in long corduroy pants, bare-chested, displaying his strong muscles and well-built body. She couldn't help but gape at the sight.