Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

“Do what? Show the world how much I love you? How much I love every part of you? That’s what the pictures are, Macie. Love.” “That is not love. That is porn!” Carter sighed and raked his fingers through his curls. “I was afraid this might happen.” “What? That I’d freak out about strangers seeing my bare body painted in every conceivable position?” “No, that you wouldn’t understand.” Macie wanted to scream. Instead, she snapped, “I wouldn’t understand? Because I don’t have a fucking Masters of Fine Arts that I can’t see I’m utterly naked?”

Trying again not to be left alone with that dangerous attractive man, she pleaded with Mac, Doesn't it bother you to just leave me with him? " Him? Naw. I trust him. Oh, you mean..... him male you female? You don't have a thing to worry about. Luke's thirty-five. He was some jock in his day, but he's burned out. Women don't interest him any more." And Luke had the gall to duplicate the wicked innocent look od David Lee Roth. While Georgia could only be astonished, Mac rubbed his face with both hands, as if in grief. "Maybe some day a kind woman will take him in hand and bring him back."

I had barely managed to get the attention of Mac and I was still questioning his sincerity but I went ahead to do something unforgiveable such as make myself the joke of the day, dragging him along with me because he was my mate. Speaking of Mac he was nowhere to be found, he had disappeared the moment I saw Lucas standing over me and using his jacket to shield my open chest from the rest of the world. I regretted my decision instantly, because I realised that I played myself into this game, Blonde was somewhere narrating her side of the story to a bunch of people who came in after Mac and I was the half naked one here. Without the hands of Luke on the small of my back, on the naked small of

Maureen curled her lips and said, "If you don't want me to watch it, then so be it, it's not even that nice to watch." She turned her head to look and saw that under the sunlight, Luke's figure was shockingly perfect. His well-built chest had eight abs, which were definitely not exaggerated, but were also filled with the power of a male. Just by looking at his appearance and temperament, there was no doubt that this man's body was emitting with a huge attraction. Maureen's pair of big eyes moved away in panic and helplessness, as if she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to move even a single glance.

“Luke Chase, don’t take it too far!” Macy said coldly. “Do you think we’re blind? We can see that you’re targeting Lyra. She is already stripped down to her camisole. What else do you want from her?” Luke shrugged with a confused expression. “I won, so she should strip. How am I taking it too far? You can strip on her behalf if you want!” The club was warm enough, so Macy did not wear much other than a long halter dress.

A shiver coursed through Luke. Kael, still holding Luke close, leaned down, his lips brushing Luke’s earlobe. “Such a beautiful body. We’ve missed it.” His voice was a low growl, sending tremors down Luke’s spine. Damon stepped forward, his powerful hands reaching for Luke’s belt. The buckle clicked open, a sound that echoed like a final surrender. Luke’s trousers, then his underwear, were deftly removed, leaving him completely naked. He stood before them, vulnerable, exposed, his body flushed with a mixture of fear and burgeoning desire.

“You’re his son. He won’t do that to you.” “No, seriously. I’d never seen him so happy until he married Gene. He won’t do that to her, and he won’t find out.” I guess I was just going to trust him for now. “Let’s stop this conversation and enjoy the night.” Luke emerged from the water and positioned himself on top of me, only for me to find he was almost completely undressed, displaying his thick, hard erection in his underwear. Then his hand moved and gripped my thigh. I shut my eyes and sucked in a breath when he lowered himself and began kissing my neck.

Marcus pauses. "Don't play dumb." The friend pulls out his phone, pulling up an image and shoving it directly in front of Marcus's face. "An old buddy of ours sent me this today when he heard you two were officially dating. He genuinely thought Nathan Vane was the one aggressively pursuing her back then. It's hilarious." Marcus stares at the screen, the casual smile completely freezing on his face. The candid photograph shows Luna standing on a snowy European street. Standing directly opposite her, gazing down at her with an undeniable intensity, is a man in a sharp black trench coat.

The trending list had already exploded. #TycoonsSonWildClubParties #HeirToFortuneScandalousPrivateLife Videos played across neon-lit private rooms. In one, Luther was shirtless, grinding obscenely in front of several older women. Another showed him passed out drunk by the roadside, dragged into a car by two heavily made-up socialites. The footage was crystal clear. Even the birthmark on his waist showed plainly. "No… that's not real…" Luther muttered. The phone slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

“Yeah. I kickbox.” Now Selena was the one looking Luke up and down, frankly, and with a hint of appreciation. Yeah, she could totally see him in loose black sweatpants and nothing else, spinning and kicking a punching bag, sweat glistening on his massive shoulders and broad chest. No way a man got a body like Luke’s without working for it… and the man clearly worked. His arms alone were staggeringly impressive.