Jaime Lee Simmons Nude Novels & Stories

Isaac doesn’t get enough time to react as Jude jumps into the pool, bringing him along. I double up in laughter, especially as Simon resurfaces, cursing at Isaac. He stops short when he catches sight of him, fully clothed, next to him. “Looks about right,” he mutters, treading towards the edge. Jude swims away while Isaac goes after him, baying for blood. Simon steps out of the pool, his jeans sticking to him like a second skin. Bringing his zipper down, he steps out of them, revealing swimming trunks. I laugh. “You came prepared, I see.”

My head thrashed against the headrest, a low, guttural moan emanating from my throat. "Papa! He’s dying! Stop!" Jenna’s shriek finally broke through to Simone. Simone watched my convulsing form for a long, silent minute, then signaled the guards. They ripped the cloth away and cut the zip-ties. I slumped forward, falling off the chair and hitting the floor like a sack of broken glass, my right arm twisted at an unnatural angle. "Clean him up," Simone commanded, flicking his cigar ash onto my shoulder. "I've still got use for him."

He's cornered. And right there in front of him is Lee's physique blocking his view. His whole view. Lee moved his face very nearer to Simon's own. And right next to the younger man's ears, he whispered something. Simon might have felt a very tingling sensation that sent his spine go shiver, but everything that Lee said was very clear to him. Very clear. “I’m just messing with all of you. But could you keep it a secret? I want to see how everyone will crumble and finally admit to what they are doing.''

I want you at my house tomorrow night. If I could define what I was feeling at that moment, watching that show, probably the age rating wouldn't allow me to name. I wanted to kill Simon Lee with cruelty . My jaw twitched as I got a little closer and managed to see the two of them, hiding behind the door. The woman was blond and tall. His hair was wavy and he wore a piece of cloth so tight I could see the veins and arteries pulsing inside that skeletal belly. Simon was in front of him wearing sweatpants , no shirt and ruffling his hair in that sexy way that would drive any woman crazy. The piranha tossed her hair and swayed from side to side. Tramp! I'm going to fly on that bitch's neck.

Simone smiles, getting out of her seat. As they wait for Todd; Simone gets changed into a black leotard. Emmett notices a small bump in her stomach area and gives a little smirk. Todd starts by taking a photo of Simone front on. She sits on the sofa and places her legs into the bodysuit. It sits just under her belly and melds seamlessly on her hips and waistline. If it wasn’t for the colour contrast; you wouldn’t have known she was wearing it. “What’s next?” Todd asks, looking towards Simone.

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

His words are very clear, but still, she doesn't catch it. Simon hesitantly faces her and enunciates every word clearly, "My goodness, My Princess. You're naked." "I'm… naked?" Samantha repeats after him. With a frown bulging on her forehead even bigger, she checks upon herself and finds everything of her body flaunting proudly to Simon. She raises a brow at him with a sneer forming on her lips, "What's wrong with that? I like it. It's cool. Any problem?" "Oh wow, not really. It's just—"

Communication would sort it out, and I didn't like it one bit. “Simone, we should talk.” I called out as I passed the bathroom doors; she had her side to me, she was fucking naked, I watched her raise her arms. Wearing a new top with nothing beneath, up a black Lace panty, with nothing before the string on her, stretching against it and snuggling close to a pillow. “You are wearing just that?” I asked, trying to control the lust in me this once. I was already turned on, even in this situation. Was that all I could think about?.

Simone didn’t rage—she ruled. Nathan stood straighter, throat dry. “Work ran late. I sent a text.” She stopped a few feet away, wine untouched, gaze sharp. “That’s not what I asked.” His heart pounded. “Yes. I’m late.” “Without permission.” He nodded. Simone stepped closer. Her fingers dragged down the lapel of his shirt, then circled the spot just beneath his throat. “Take off your clothes.” He hesitated. Her brow lifted. That look alone had him moving fast—shoes off, tie dropped, shirt unbuttoned. Each movement stripped away the version of himself the world saw. By the time he stood naked in front of her, the man from the office, the confident decision-maker, was gone.

he stammered, his voice cracking. Lee stepped forward, his intense gaze boring into Matt's. "You heard the man. Strip. Now." Matt's hands shook as he fumbled with his shirt buttons, the sweat beading on his brow. He shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, standing in just his pants and underwear. "All the way," Johnson barked. "We need you bare and vulnerable." Matt's face burned with humiliation as he slid down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His lean, trembling body was now exposed under the harsh fluorescent lights, his nipples already hardened from fear and something else he couldn't quite name.