Lois Maxwell Nude Novels & Stories

And when she snaked her hands into his bathrobe and touched his bare chest, Maxwell let out a deep moan and instantly, the rhythm and tempo of the kiss changed. It was as if that single touch; that arousing touch of her hand on his bare skin for the very first time diminished all of his restraint and changed the course of the searing kiss. With his burning lips still glued to hers, Maxwell abruptly pulled off the top of her night gown and flinged it away, leaving her in nothing but the flimsy inner gown which left the upper part of her boobs and half of her thighs exposed.

I don't… ”he started to deny, but he seemed undecided about his answers; That confirmed what he feared. Oh, my God! "Max ..." I mumbled his name under my breath. "I ... Nish, it's kind of complicated," he replied. "Maybe once, but I swear it was only once!" I put a hand to my head a little embarrassed. "It can't be," I fanned myself with my hand. "You saw me ... naked." God, if one day they told me that Max Stuart would see me naked, I wouldn't believe it. And I didn't even know how it looked to him.

"Come on Leanna, think about it, about who he's dated, do you really think he didn't sleep with any of them?" "He…" I start, but I don't know what to say and Max sighs, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. "I didn't want to do this, but, look." He shows me a photo on his phone, the date only a week ago. A guy asleep in only his boxers and a black haired girl next to him, wearing nothing at all. The photo is too blurry to make out who they are, but it looks like Nathan. A lot like Nathan. His arm is over her waist, but other than that it's as though they're not touching and from the photo it doesn't look like the guy's got a nipple piercing.

Perhaps it’s the reason why Maxwell wants me to wear a robe. “Noelle?” Someone called me, so I turned my whole body to face him. “L-Levi?” I was shocked to see him. I felt my heart beating abnormally. I suddenly felt nervous and scared. He is half-naked and only wearing swim trunks. What is he doing here?! Oh shit! Noah! He might see Noah! His eyebrows knitted together. “W-What are you…” He stopped talking before looking at me from head to toe. My eyes widened in shock as realization hit me, so I quickly turned my back on him.

Maxwell lounges like it’s a yacht club and not a damp floor with a folding table. I sit on the table anyway, legs crossed, tablet in my lap, watching the packhouse through the holes we cut in the security feeds. Laurel was good for something after all. Keys. Doors. A line into their cams. For a minute, the Alpha’s floor was naked under my finger. Then Hazel ruined it. Of course she did. “Tell me you still have the girl,” Maxwell says without moving his eyes from the river. He means Lory. He calls every woman girl when he’s about to sell her.

— You’re telling me you thought we’d have a normal morning while the whole country watches your damn scene from last night like a soap opera with ten million views? He half-pulls the curtain aside, surprised. — What…? I throw the phone against the sink. The article is still on the screen. — This, Alexandre. This. Do you want me to read it out loud? “The assistant at the heart of all tensions.” “A troubling presence in the life of the very discreet heir Lacroix.” Seriously? He gets out of the shower, grabs a towel. Too slow. Too calm. — Cassandre, I can explain everything…

SELENE Maxwell has been staring at me for the last twenty minutes like persistence alone will magically undo consequences. It’s starting to get embarrassing. “You know he’s still in love with you, right?” The man dancing with me smiles as he says it, clearly entertained by the entire situation. I glance past his shoulder toward the bar. Maxwell looks furious. Good. “No,” I correct lightly. “He’s in love with ownership. Different disease.” That earns a laugh from my dance partner as he tightens his hold slightly when the orchestra shifts songs again. Cameras flash somewhere nearby. Reporters love public suffering, especially billionaire suffering. And Maxwell Cox currently looks one inconveni

Flora screamed, struggling vigorously. Her hands, which had tightly held onto the robe at her chest, were raised high due to her struggling. In a panic, the robe on her body loosened, and if it wasn't for Maxwell holding onto her, it would have fallen to the ground. Her body, exposed, was presented in front of him, revealing everything! Maxwell froze, staring at her pure white body, his body instantly reacting. Was she trying to seduce him?!

He moved his tongue searchingly inside her mouth until she ran out of breath. She panted when he broke the kiss, her eyes dreamy. He ran his fingers over her face and said, "You are such a cute doll." Without warning, he tore her nightie, exposing her bare breasts and her neatly shaved cunt. She immediately panicked and covered her breasts with one arm and her cunt with the other. Seeing her instinctive reaction, Maxwell's lips twitched slightly. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed his wristwatch. Taking his time, he stripped himself naked.

I'm trying to be strong, but having him so close to me will be something impossible to hold back. I was in bed, covered only by a light strapless nightgown that barely covered my ass; Maximo was coming out of a bath with the towel around his waist. the drops of water were still dripping on his chest, and that sculptural body he had. I couldn't help my breath to shake just seeing him almost naked in front of me.