Novel & Cerita Julie Dawn Cole Nude

Every time he walked through the door in those fitted tees, Lena's pussy clenched like it had a mind of its own. Tonight, Ryan was out of town for a conference. Perfect. Lena slipped into the sluttiest dress she owned—a deep red bodycon number with a neckline that plunged to her navel, no bra, and a hem so short it barely covered her ass. The fabric clung to every curve, thin enough that her hard nipples poked through like invitations. No panties either. She wanted him to see how wet she was when she bent over. Cole was in the living room, sprawled on the couch watching a game, beer in hand.

“You look like you need vitamin D and dick pics. In that order.” Stella snorted into her coffee. I managed a tiny laugh despite myself and sank onto the couch, pulling Nicholas’s hoodie tighter around me like armor. For the first time in forty-eight hours, the air felt almost normal. Jules flicked through her phone, showing us photos from some dating app she’d apparently downloaded “for research.” Shirtless guys on yachts, guys with puppies, guys doing that obnoxious finger-to-the-lip pose. “Okay, but look at this one,” Jules said, zooming in on a bronze god with dimples sharp enough to cut glass. “Tell me you wouldn’t let him ruin your life for a weekend.”

My entire body went hot. Cole Dylan was standing at the edge of his king-sized bed, completely naked. His body was insane… broad shoulders, thick muscle, tattoos covering parts of his back and arms. He looked like a man, not like the boys I was used to. And he was fucking a girl with ruthless intensity.

“Strip and get on your knees. Show me how sorry you are with that pretty mouth of yours.” Cole says. Cole's degrading words send a thrill of arousal and shame through me as I unzip my dress and step out of it. Holt and Cole both look at my body unabashedly. They look at me with a mix of entitlement and possessiveness that makes my stomach flip. I undo my bra and step out of my lace thong so that I’m completely naked. I’m about to drop to my knees, but Holt stops me.

Her soft, full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and round, perky ass had made her a favorite in fashion and lingerie circles for the past two years. But today was different. Today, she was doing her first fully nude photoshoot. The man behind the camera was a legend in the industry: **Julian Black**, 38. Renowned for his fine-art and erotic photography, his work hung in prestigious galleries and the private collections of the wealthy and powerful. His images were sensual, raw, intimate, and unapologetically erotic. Julian stood near the large industrial windows, adjusting softbox lights with practiced precision. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, dark hair stre

Ivana added, buttressing Dawn's point. Dawn was clad in a red long-sleeved mid-thigh dress that hugged her slim frame, giving off her long legs. She went all nude on her face, her hair left unpacked, dropping past her mid-back. She looked like she was about to grace the cover of Vogue magazine. Ivana, as usual, stuck with something simple. A pink satin dress that pressed firmly against her skin, augmenting its paleness. Her blonde hair was thrown atop her head in a messy bun, having the littlest makeup on her face.

For some reason, a nap sounded divine. But Julianna obviously wasn’t feeling the divinity of the moment. “Colton?” She shook my arm again. I blinked my eyes open, rolled my head to look at her fully. Damn, she was as stunning as usual. But that gray dress, with the slit, and those long, lethal legs that ended in sexy-ass high heels...it was not good for my pure, innocent thoughts I was supposed to be having around her. I suddenly wanted to see her in nothing but those heels.

"Are you really that clueless or are you just being annoying? Clearly, I'm taking my clothes off." Jesus Christ! Although his back was to her, he still shut his eyes trying not to think about the growing pile of clothes as she took off more articles of clothing. "You can turn back now." She called out behind from behind him. Jules didn't move, opening his eyes he stared at the cracks on the wall. "I'm done, Julian you can look now." He took a deep breath still not moving. "Are you naked?" She didn't answer immediately, "maybe."

MAYA Of all the people that Miss Waters could pick. How am I going to concentrate when its freaking Cole? He is shirtless, and his abs look like they were chiseled by a master sculpture. He is glistening with sweat, and his chest moves as he breathes heavily from his workout. “Dear moon goddess, please help me.” I murmur under my breath. “Keisha.” Cole nods at Miss Waters. “Hello, Cole.” She returns his acknowledgement.

Nadia Cole laughs, shaking his head at me and reaching for the hem of my shirt. “I’m not using this as an opportunity to get you naked, Nadia. There’s blood all over –“ “Oh fine,” I say, raising my arms. I’ve got a bra and a tanktop on underneath, anyway, so it’s not like it’s scandalous. But as he starts to lift the top I squeak, pushing his hands away. “What?” Cole asks, frowning at me.