Anthony Ramos Shirtless Novels & Stories

Maybe what she said during dinner had worked—she had clearly told him she liked Baldwin now, and there was no chance of getting back together. Lena’s emotions slowly settled. Then she noticed: Anthony was shirtless, wearing only a towel around his waist. She lowered her head to avoid looking at him and stayed in the hallway. Anthony took a few steps, stopped, and looked back at her. “I’m making you tea, not trying to seduce you. What are you so afraid of?” “…Could you at least put on some clothes?” Lena glared at him. Anthony found her reaction amusing, but obediently went to change into a robe—walking out of the bathroom while still getting dressed.

I heard Anthony's laugh and immediately grabbed Damian's clothes to stand him up. "Let them go! You face me!" Roswell shouted again. Anthony held the weak Damian. I saw in his eyes that he was really hurt because of what Anthony did. I also saw Anthony gesticulating at the man holding me until we walked out of where we were hiding. Anthony wrapped his arm around Damian's neck while pointing the gun at him. I immediately saw Roswell standing not far from us. He's wearing all black t-shirts and pants. The t-shirt he was wearing fitted him and defined his big biceps and chest.

Once belted to her waist, the ensemble felt clunky, but made little noise against the silk of her dress. Only a whisper of air against her skin alerted her to Ramos’s return. She stood as he picked up Rafael, his massive muscles bunching beneath the thick black fur covering him. He wore no shirt or shoes, only the black sweatpants, a creature that looked monstrously sinister with his claws and fangs, but was so gentle and good within his heart, whereas Herrera, who would be considered handsome according to the world, was hideously vile inside.

It was, or so I thought and just before I could move, Ryan stood in front of me, shirtless. “Oh wow.”

After making her work for some time alone, he decided to help and Catty inwardly felt grateful for the help because she knew she wasn't gonna be able to finish on time unless she got help but of course she wasn't gonna say that to him. Ramon joined her in working and they both worked in utter silence as no one was willing to say a word to each other. It was important they finish the whole thing before the briefing which would be happening the next day… They both worked for an hour without saying a word to each other when Ramon decided to do the unthinkable and began taking off his shirt right in front of her and she was greeted with a beautiful view of his abs… “What do you think you're doin

He gives her a dap and a bro-hug. "It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." I think. He's shirtless, in nothing but grey camo knickers, the white waistband of his underwear peeking through to say hello. Amanda doesn't even flinch, she returns the hug as if she hugs sweaty boys for a living. Then finally, it's my turn.

She asked as she slowly dropped her bag, she reached for the flower vase ready to protect herself. A chuckle came from behind her “You can hardly even lift that, how then do you want to throw it?” The all too familiar voice said, Aliyah pouted as she gently placed the flower vase in its spot and turned to see him. Her breathing seemed to cease, her face turned shades of red as she stared at Romero who was clothed in shorts which revealed his muscular legs, his shirt was sleeveless putting his inked arms on full display… His casual dress looked sexy in a very different way than when he was in a tux.

For a normal man, how could he resist the invitation of a woman he had longed for? Just her words "I'm ready, come on," were enough to make him restless and aroused. At this moment, Anthony was nervous and also joyful. He quickly got up and said, "Give me ten minutes." He then went to the bathroom. After washing up, he dried his hair, wrapped a white towel around his waist, and didn't bother wearing clothes on his upper body. His six-pack abs were clearly visible, and his bronzed skin was both sexy and enticing.

After the strenuous exercise last night, she was surprised that she did not feel hungry. Just as she was in a daze, Anthony had already gotten out of bed. The main point was he was naked. When Anne saw the sexy and perfect body, she quickly imagined the cruel look on Anthony's face when his muscles were tensed. This made her heart beat faster, and she turned her burning face to the side. Anthony seemed to sense it and looked back at Anne's reaction. Soon, he smiled lightly and chose not to wear clothes. Then, he walked out of the bedroom and came in just like that.

Like making sure my profile stayed pinned to her feed. Every. Damn. Time. I could imagine the flustered and annoyed look on her face as my shirtless pictures kept popping up instead of other available ‘Romeos’ who would do anything she wanted. No matter how many men she tried to look at, it’d be me. Sweaty and glistening after a swim. Me, shirtless in the gym, biceps pumped after a strength training workout. Or after finishing a marathon, sweat dripping down my chest, my shorts hanging low on my hips.