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He stated, shaking his head and offering a faint smile. “How? You barely get any sleep.” I slightly frowned. “I get the amount of sleep I need.” “No, you don’t. Now, take your off shirt and get in.” I ordered him. Damiano looked at me with a raised brow. “And why do I need my shirt off?” “Because I’m addicted to seeing you shirtless. Hurry, I don’t have all day.” I said impatiently. “You’re getting a little too comfortable bossing me around.” He clicked his tongue, but still took off his shirt, leaving him in the delicious glory of his six-pack and tattoos.

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.

there were shirtless boys walking around everywhere. "Time to lose girls" Dylan's voice dripped from behind as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. If he's playing nice I don't mind at all being nice to him. Vess took her clothes off only remaining in her bathing suit. She is in light pink, looking like a model while Dylan removed his T-shirt. His body was also that built but Nothing is in front of Cole's. Shutup. I hissed. Damn! My inner voice.

“But stay close. Don’t go too far into the water.” He darted off, laughter spilling across the sand, and for a moment I let myself watch him with a soft smile. My heart was still heavy, but Daven was my anchor. I was lost in thought when a familiar shadow fell across my table. “Enjoying your morning?” I froze. Damon stood there, barefoot on the wooden deck, the sun glancing off his bare chest. He wore nothing but a white shirt—completely unbuttoned—and black shorts. The glimpse of his abs, sharp lines cut into golden skin, made my breath stumble before I caught it. My cheeks warmed. I forced myself to look away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to me just by exist

whispered a man who broke Amanda's concentration enjoying the painting of God in front of her. "M-master!" The girl jumped in surprise, especially when she found Illarion was shirtless and only wearing shorts. The burly man smiled, and Amanda lowered her gaze again. She was embarrassed to see the handsome man in front of her. 'Why does he have to be half naked like that?' Illarion caught Amanda's chin, turning her face, so their irises met. "I rarely meet a girl more interested in my lower body than my face. What's so alluring?"

Though from the way Richie seems to be talking, orchestrating… I can surmise it’s not his first. But I’m sure it’s a first for him to share a woman with his brother. This is…fucked up on so many levels, but I can’t deny that the very thought has my pussy fluttering. “Is that what you want, Amelia?” Dane asks, leaning forward as he removes his shirt. His chest and defined muscles catch the light of the television. My gaze roves over him, down to the prominent bulge in his pants.

he said softly as he approached Amber. Amber still didn't respond. Her eyes drifted over to him instead. He wasn't wearing a suit tonight like he usually did. Instead, he was putting on a black, long-sleeved shirt, fitted just enough to show the sharp lines of his arms and the way his broad chest filled the fabric. His white pants were casual but expensive-looking, the kind that didn't try hard but said everything. "You don't look so happy to see me." Damon said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Mhmm. Keep tellin' yerself that, it might become true one day if you believe hard enough." Once again, Dillon started to get nervous. Tony shirtless and in nothing but shorts would be hard to not drool over. He'd never seen him totally shirtless before either, but he could guess he was godly under that shirt. It wasn't fair! Right off the bat, that had managed to sour part of his trip. Hell, he couldn't even have an innocent back and forth with his friend. It pissed him off, and gave him something more to worry about the whole time.

The woman's body was very curvy and protruded in the right parts. Amel who never realized that Daniel always held back whenever he was near her. Moreover, the clothes she wore, Amel who only wore a tank top combined with hotpants. Making her body curves can be seen by anyone clearly. “Starting tomorrow, dress more modestly.” Daniel rubbed Amel’s cheek with his thumb. “Why?” Amel looked up. “I was just inside the house. I didn’t meet anyone. I only met you.” Amel felt her heart beating faster.

If she could refuse, which she’d discovered she couldn’t, She was hooked on Damiano De Santis, she mused satirically as her eyes drifted over his wide shoulders pressed against the white of his tee shirt that hugged his torso all the way down to the narrow band of his cargo shorts. Naked, he was gigantic. Dressed, he was just too sexy to be real, even in a pair of baggy knee-length shorts that had seen better days.