Jenny Raven Nude Novels & Stories

Raven now stands there wearing nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist. His ripped, shirtless upper body is on full display, every hard line and muscle exposed. The towel hangs dangerously low on his hips. I force myself to look away again. “Goodnight.” I mutter, quickly moving to the far side of the bed and lying down. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying my best to look like I’m already falling asleep. “Goodnight, wifey.” Raven replies. The mattress dips as he lies down beside me. I hear him reach for the lamp, but I stop him immediately.