Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

"I... I thought it was Luca," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I didn’t cover myself. I didn’t close my legs. I stayed exactly where I was, completely naked on the couch, legs spread wide, my soaked pussy on full display for my husband’s father. Marco stepped deeper into the living room, his powerful frame filling the space like a storm cloud. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, the veins on his forearms standing out. His dark eyes raked over my body slowly, hungrily, lingering on my hard nipples and the wetness glistening between my thighs.

Jake chuckled, and then moved his body closer to her, while pulling her towards himself so that he was back hugging her. "I wasn't even the one who loaded the pictures, that's all Micheal," he said, in between his chuckles. "Whatever," Maddie mumbled, too jealous to care. "I am serious. I haven't looked at any of the nudes on my phone. I am only interested in the nakedness of one woman and I know one of these days my eyes would get to feast on her perfect nudity while I have her." Jake deliberately leaned so closely to the space between her neck and ear, his hot breath fanning her as he spoke so shamelessly.

And I've never wanted to fight it. At first, it was just a dangerous, almost unreal fascination. Lucas: Lyra's brother. Untouchable. Breathtakingly handsome, rich, inaccessible. An apparition too perfect to belong to my reality. But a single shiver, just one of his kisses, was enough for my entire body to surrender to him. And since that night, nothing has been the same.

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."