Meredith Devine Nude Novels & Stories

She was seated on one of the chairs, one of her legs crossed over the other as she flipped through a book that she must've gotten from either the library, or from one of the shelves in Nightshade's office. Devina looked…just fine. She looked perfect even, and her skin was glowing as if she just came back from a massage or something like that. She had a small smile on her face, and I raked my eyes down her body as discreetly as I could The outfit she was wearing was new — I could tell. It was a plain black gown that was above her knee, right where she had a birth mark on her thigh. The gown hugged her body really well, and the neck line was cut in a V-shape pretty lowly. Her cleavage was very

He sat there trapped as she went to his drawer looking for something but she couldn't and she doesn't wanna ask. She got to the third one and she smiled on sighting what she was looking for. It was a vibrator! She took it out and walked towards him, dropping it on the bed. Soon, she removed her nightie as the robe fell off her revealing her naked self. She wasn't putting anything else on except for a G-strings. Lucifer stared in Obsessed as his breath increased. Where did she learn all this from? He became wild as his eyes sighted her naked self, his member sprang up immediately wanting to take something but he was tied to the damn chair.

She had to be messing with me. "Haha nice try," I typed. "Did Meredith put you up to this?" The little "..." appeared, and I was glued to the edge of my office chair. "i swear," she said. "what would convince you im telling the truth? a picture of my boobs?" Well, I thought, it can't hurt to say yes, can it? "Sure, that would help," I said. It was about a minute before she responded - a long minute - but lo and behold, up popped a picture of the redheaded girl, completely topless, a smirk on her face. Her nipples were small and dark, and her boobs hung perfectly off her slender body.

Where we… where we… Oh, God. Why am I here? The door from the ensuite bathroom burst open, revealing a freshly showered Devin - half-naked. I suddenly feel the urge to cover my body, though I wasn’t naked, but I feel violated! I’m such a prude! “Good morning,” he casually walked towards me, his ink-covered chest and wavy dark locks still glistening with a few drops of water. The cursive writing all over his skin seemed to have gotten darker or his sin had gotten smoother. I was trying hard to avert my gaze from his naked chest, but… but it was damn hard.

Without a bra, she let her chest shake in front of such a handsome man. "Am I disturbing you, Mr. Nolan?" Meredith's smile was haughty. Content to show off her body until a man like Kingston had nothing to say, but to remain silent. Scrutinizing. Or perhaps under the influence. "We can have some fun here, Mr. Nolan."

"Now that you've changed, let's go see what he can rustle up for each of us." Although the church services at Midtown Vineyard Church were casual, the attire that both Devon and Aphrodite wore that morning was not as casual as they wanted for lounging around his house while they discussed Athena. Aphrodite had brought a change of clothes with her and had used one of the five guest bedrooms to don the more comfortable shorts and tank top that she wore over her bikini. Devon had changed into cargo shorts and a Tommy Bahama shirt that he left unbuttoned. The slightest breeze provided Aphrodite with a teasing glance at his sculpted torso.

She’s only wearing a bathrobe and looking us up and down. Hakeem, who had been leaning against me, trying to go back to sleep, turns to face our mate. I feel his eyes widen and I understand why. Meredith slowly unties her robe and lets it fall from her shoulders. Underneath, she’s completely naked. The robe slowly falls to the floor, gliding over her curves, her full breasts, her hips, her legs. My eyes follow the path of the robe until it hits the floor before I look back at her face. Her irises have bled, making her eyes completely hazel.

Within minutes, the room had quieted, now holding only three people: Denis, Simon, and Liam. Denis turned his chair, settling in the leather seat at the far corner of the room. With a flick of his lighter, he lit another cigarette and leaned back, exhaling a slow, calculated stream of smoke. “Put up the screen. Let’s see the history on the girl,” he said, fingers lightly tapping the armrest. “We’ve gathered all the details we could,” Simon nodded toward Liam, who took the cue. The screen at the end of the room flickered to life. The lights dimmed slightly, drawing all eyes to the projection. The first image was simple—yet deeply telling.

The baby would taunt me now and then, as if daring me to abort him; he wanted me to act on my anger. But I refused to play his game. I let him grow, healthy and vigorous, in my womb. When Sean slid a divorce agreement across the table, I didn't beg or plead. I signed my name. A few days after the divorce, Sean proposed to Ashley. On the day they set the wedding date, Ashley called me. "Natalie, I told Sean everything. Your baby isn't his. Out of pity for you, I faked the report. "For Sean's reputation, I advise you to terminate the pregnancy. If you don't, we'll expose your infidelity in marriage and turn you into a laughingstock."