Hayes Grier Nude Novels & Stories

I knew the law, and I knew how to use it to protect myself. Hayes Group's stock plummeted. In just a few days, the company lost tens of billions in market value. Longtime business partners pulled their investments, and competitors seized the opportunity to strike. I visited Hunter once at the detention center. He wore a prison uniform, his hair cropped short, looking exhausted and haggard. He stared at me through the glass, his eyes bloodshot. "Rose… I was wrong." Those were the first words he said to me. I looked at him. "What exactly were you wrong about?"

His kisses went all the way down her belly, and he fell to his knees in front of her. Jenna giggled a little bit. "Why don't you go sit on the bed, and the two of us will get on our knees for you?" Mr. Hayes broke out in a grin, stood up, and did as he was told. He laid on the bed, and Jenna was in front of him in a heartbeat. As Tracy removed her heels, Jenna worked Mr. Hayes' pants down, removing his shoes and socks dutifully. Finally, Jenna put her fingers in his boxers and worked them down, marveling at the cock she revealed.

Honey's breath caught as he stripped, maintaining eye contact through the steamy glass. "What are you doing?" she asked, though the answer was obvious. "Joining you." He stepped out of his boxer briefs, standing gloriously naked. "Unless you'd rather be alone?" Honey didn't even need to think about an answer. "No," she said softly. "I don't want to be alone." Grayson opened the shower door, stepping inside the spacious stall. Honey moved back, giving him room as water droplets immediately began tracking down his chest, following the defined ridges of his abdomen.

The mesmerising view of the metropolis at night had gone and now she could only see the city of steel in its plain busy environment. Haylee turned her body to the left side and saw Niel was sitting at the edge of the bed while speaking on the phone with his serious tone again. He was half-naked, only wearing a loose boxer to cover his manhood. Haylee turned her gaze under the blanket and noticed she was still fully naked underneath it.

She felt a deep stirring of lust as her eyes went further down, tracing the lines of his eight pack which sloped down toward his pelvis, forming a sexy v-shape that pointed to his manhood like a sinful arrow that silently said “look here” Georgia had to actually steady her breath when she finally allowed herself to openly stare at the object of her desire laying between his strong thighs. Georgia bit her lower lip with lust as she stared at Hayden’s naked body, his member hanging there proudly. He was well groomed, which she liked. Aside from his legs, there didn’t seem to be a single hair on the rest of his body. She was still dressed in her usual garb; a black hoodie, blue jeans, and sneak

Hayden was being wheeled out. He wasn't wearing the clothes he'd come in with. Now his chest was bare. He wasn't even sitting up. He was flat on the gurney, eyes shut.

Make your way into Stephen's chamber. "Ay, Oh God!" I exclaimed as I turned around and hid my face behind my hands. Did he say he'd put on some clothes? Why isn't there a cover for this? Stephen, you've got me tricked. I gasped, "W-Why are you nude! Get dressed!" Because he was still naked and laying on the bed, it felt as if my cheek became hot. This guy, Hays, is completely insane! Someone grabbed my shoulder, and my hair stood on end as a result. "Did you forget what we talked about? When I'm healthy, I'll—" I cut him off before he could continue his sentence.

In that instant, I was captivated by the cold, indifferent arrogance in his eyes. Hayes seemed a bit aloof today, probably because he was in a bad mood. Today, he was dressed in a black suit, his hair neatly combed, clean and sharp, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, giving him a somewhat ascetic, refined, and slightly rebellious air. Actually, black, a color representing mystery and aloofness, is rarely worn with a noble yet clean look, but Hayes managed it. His pale skin, accentuated by the black suit, further enhanced his air of dignified elegance.

CIARA The snow on the ridge was too deep. The trucks couldn't make the pass, and the storm had just locked Nilah right back inside the perimeter gates with us. She wasn't leaving. The bedroom doors flew open with a loud bang. Hayes strode into the suite, his leather boots tracking wet, gray slush across the dark wood. He had thrown his uniform jacket somewhere downstairs. He was down to his dark trousers and a tight black undershirt, his skin radiating that hot, suffocating wolf heat that usually made my chest tight. Right now, it just made me feel sick. The gold in his eyes was bright, swirling with pure, jagged frustration.

The heavy double doors of the office opened with a slow, scraping sound. Adrian Hayes walked into the room, holding a heavy silver tray with a single cup of black espresso. He wore a basic, unstyled black maintenance uniform, his white medical tape gone from his knuckles, leaving dark, dry scars across his skin. His broad chest rose and fell in deep, ragged gasps as his bloodshot eyes locked entirely onto Noah’s pristine silhouette. He walked with a slow, submissive pace until he stopped right next to the executive desk, carefully placing the silver tray onto the polished mahogany wood.