The door clicked shut with a soft thud, but the sound echoed in her chest. She stood still for a beat too long, hand resting on the knob, the warmth of his voice still lingering in the hallway like a trail of smoke. “Have a good day, Miss Covington.” Smooth. Deep. Casual — but just enough edge to make her wonder if he meant something by it. Her bare heel shifted slightly on the hallway tile as a small, slow burn curled lo...

The Newlyweds And The Nudist Chapter 3 She didn’t sleep that night. She lay in bed alone, the sheets tangled around her thighs, her fingers curled softly against her skin, still tasting him on her lips. His salt. His weight. His pleasure. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it—that thick, pulsing length in her hands, the shine of spit and oil, the way he moaned her name with a reverence that made her ache all over aga...

t was Malcolm’s idea. They sat on his patio just after dusk, the heat of the day slipping into cool evening. The stars had begun to pierce the velvet sky above, and the gentle bubbling of the hot tub filled the space between easy laughter and soft sips of wine. “I spend most nights out here,” Malcolm said, gesturing toward the steam curling up from the water. “It’s where I clear my head. Nothing better than soaking naked...

The Newlyweds And The Nudist Chapter 1 The sun drooped low, casting its final golden sigh across the stillness of the suburban street. Emma stood at the window of their new house, fingers lightly grazing the frame, her eyes tracing the tidy lawns and symmetrical trees that lined the quiet cul-de-sac. This was supposed to be the beginning—the bloom of the life she and Jason had dreamed into existence. And in so many ways,...