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Spade was still trying to hide his hard on from Matteo as he tried to stop it from getting any harder but that was almost impossible, not with Nate still standing almost half naked on the screen. Nate suddenly hooked his hands to the towel around his waist as both men's eyes widen, one dreading the reaction his body would give upon seeing the complete nakedness of Nate, while the other only shocked at how easy it was for Nate to always strip for the camera. Slowly but surely, Nate began peeling off the towel, Spade tensed as the top part of Nate's butt began showing, he swallowed hard as he felt Matteo's body heat close to him, he didn't want anyone to be seeing this, this was going too far

But she didn’t feel sorry either. “And before you interrupt,” Lena added smugly, “let me drop the final bombshell.” Evelyn braced herself. “Lena—” “Nathan,” Lena said, savoring the name, “is getting offers. From p**n sites.” Evelyn blinked once. Then again. “…You’re joking.” “I wish.” Lena burst out laughing. “Apparently his ‘aesthetic’ is in demand because of the live p**n video I released. At this rate, he’ll be filming by the end of the year.”

I take a deep breath and relax as the cold water splash against me. Oh my goodness I think the cold water is far preferred than the warm. Maybe I'll take this for now. I find myself relaxing as I stand with my hands in my waist and my head facing up enjoying the coolness of the water dripping down my body. Then after a long while....... " enjoying yourself under my shower aren't you?" His deep mesmerizing voice jolts me from my position as I turn around with shock to behold Nathan standing by the door of the bathroom completely stark naked with his cock as erect and hard as ever. Holy s***. What the hell is he doing here? He chuckles and walks up slowly towards me.

and the unfamiliar word "Shibari." My search results included: Recluse, Artist, Genius? Nathanial Monroe offers his proceeds to charity Rare sighting of N. Monroe The list went on. I clicked the first link. An erotic picture of a beautiful woman bound in thick white rope filled the top of the screen. Except for the female in the picture, it was...fucked up gay shit. So why did my dick stir at the image? Because I'm fucked up and gay, I thought to myself. No, not gay, but definitely fucked up.

“Nothing. I’m just… Taking a real from it. You know that Mom is strict with me.” He extended. Good, that’s a good reason. They will not realize that he is hiding something. “Oh yeah! So you didn’t get laid for the past week?” He nodded. “Der, that’s sad.” Oh he can tell. It’s not just saddening because his lack of release is making him think of that nerd for no reason! What does he notice in that nerd!

I'm already satisfied because I noticed his amusement! "If the N written on the forehead doesn't give it away, those abs definitely do... I mean... How many abs have you seen either way? The ones you drew must be inspired by mine." "Hold up! Do you think these beautiful abs are yours? Cocky, much?" I lift an eyebrow, hoping he can't tell I'm beyond the moon. Nathan is talking to me again. I'm happy! "Oh..." Nathan's eyes are mischievous now. No. They are downright demonic when he peers down at me. Playful but dark. "Then who is this mysterious guy in the picture?"

He went to bed in a heavy mood. But when he woke up the next morning, he saw a video going viral: "DAMIEN BLACKWOOD CAUGHT KISSING ETHAN VALE (EX-CONVICT) – A DANGEROUS RELATIONSHIP?" "SHOCKING NEWS, DAMIEN BLACKWOOD IS GAY" He couldn't believe his eyes. Joy filled Nathan immediately. He narrowed his eyes as a beautiful thought crossed his mind. He dialed a particular person's number, an evil smile appearing on his face.

I asked. "Because she was... well, she was obsessed with Jace," Nathan said, coughing awkwardly. "She was caught hoarding his personal property, things like Jace's underwear. Just a lot of his private stuff. Specifically, she had managed to sneak a hidden camera into the private gym and dressing rooms. She had a 'collection' of photos. Naked photos. Lots of them." "What? Naked photos?!"

She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and her eyes immediately landed on him. Nathan stood near the edge of the room, his back to her, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled as he toweled off, the fabric of his workout shorts clinging to his hips. Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of his physique before—the tailored suits he wore left little to the imagination—but this was something else entirely. He was raw, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking.

Most of the women slept after receiving an attack from Nathan, while the rest had already arrived drunk. In the midst of his leisure activities, Nathan took the time to check his cell phone. It just so happened that he had changed, wearing a more relaxed T-shirt with polka-dot patterned knee-length boxer briefs. All his clothes were still in the laundry, and those pants were the only ones left. Anyway, let's just say Nathan didn't have a choice. A message had just arrived in Nathan's email notifications. It was a photo taken on CCTV of a corner of New York City.