Chris Evans Hot Novels & Stories

Ava “You two aren’t romantically involved?” Elder Elise’s gaze slid back and forth between us, clearly not believing Chris’s statement. I sat utterly frozen in my chair, wondering where Chris was going with this. Chris merely shook his head. “No. We’re not,” he explained. “You can thank that picture on the paparazzi—they’re like vultures.” “But you’re clearly kissing in the photograph,” Elder Bradley said as he slid the picture—which had been printed out—across the table.

Dean said. "Let's not forget the most important and best part of tonight." Chris said softly. "What's that?" "Grace called me hot." He smiled widely. "Ugh. You'd never let me forget that, would you?" I rolled my eyes. "Nope." He smiled, popping the 'p'. -----

I grab a few waters from the mini fridge, watching with shock when Chris does the same thing as he continues speaking, “I can tell you’re loyal to Ethan, so I won’t ask you to leave him.” He pauses and sets the waters in the middle of the table, peering at me from over his shoulder because his words kept me from moving. When he notices I’m frozen to the spot, Chris turns around and grins. He closes the few feet between us and takes the water bottles from my hands, setting them on the table. Then, he has my hands in his. The tingle I feel with Ethan is nowhere. In fact, the touch of Chris’s hands makes me feel clammy and gross.

He's a successful investor with a net worth of billions of dollars, and I'm just the former waitress who watches his kid. He'll realize that eventually, right? But when I look back up at Evans, he's still giving me that same half-smile. He shifts, and the fabric of his shirt moves, exposing the tip of the scar on his collarbone. It's hard to notice; a stranger probably wouldn't see it if they didn't know to look. I've seen Evans shirtless dozens of times, though. I've seen the angry red scars across his chest. There's a question in the back of my mind every time Evans strips, but I almost always forget it in the heat of the ensuing sex.

Gavin in that charcoal suit, his dark eyes intense, his expression commanding. He looked devastating. Powerful. Every inch the CEO everyone feared and respected. Below the photo, the headline read: GAVIN CROSS ANNOUNCES ENGAGEMENT AT CHARITY GALA My stomach dropped. I clicked the article.Titans CEO Gavin Cross celebrated his engagement to longtime partner Diana Hart Spenser at last night’s annual charity gala. The couple, who have been together for several months, announced their plans to wed next spring… I stopped reading. What was I supposed to do? A hand touched my shoulder.I jumped, nearly dropping my iPad, and spun around.

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

Whispered the girls at the opposite table while glancing at Aiden who was trying not to care about their stares. "He's so fucking cool!" Shouted a woman spontaneously because she couldn't stand to see Aiden's charm in person. So far, they only see his photos on the internet and magazines, or his appearance as a model for some famous products on television and his appearance in a popular film. But now, the hot model was in the same room as them, tasting the same coffee and breathing the same air. "That bastard took so long! I forgot to ask for his number!" He thought. He was getting impatient waiting.

Damn he was tall, with a very chiseled jaw and those biceps of his made Chris Evans biceps from civil war look shameful. "Brat?" I heard him growl "how dare you call me a brat, do you know who you're talking to?" He grabbed onto my arm roughly pulling me into him till I could feel his hot breathing on my face. Ugh, I really don't know why I was having those stupid tingles again. It was like my body secretly craved for his touch and wanted to stay this way forever.

A helpless look passed over her when she felt the edge of his hard muscles against her, her senses hypersensitive to it. “You alright?” Concern was clear in his voice—but there was something else. His eyes focused on her, heat radiating from him, sinking into her core. Under the collar of her simple T-shirt, Eva felt unbearably hot as her gaze fell to his lips. His lips were closer than ever. She just needed to stretch on her toes, and their lips would meet. Eva’s breath shuddered. Her heart stopped. “Professor,” she couldn’t stop the helpless whimper that left her. This was getting out of hand.

"They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?" He had been skimming through the videos and finding one he liked, clicked on it. "Besides," he said. "Just because they're older doesn't mean they aren't hot. Hell Mom's beautiful Matt, you said it yourself this morning." "Beautiful yes," I nodded. "But that's different than hot or sexy." "Why?" Chris asked. "I, well umm, because she's...."