Danny Amendola Shirtless Novels & Stories

But damn. She looked so sexy and gorgeous in it. My cheeks blushed in embarrassment. My manhood stood quickly as if saluting. I covered it with my two palms. Hopefully, Amanda wouldn’t notice. “H-Hey. How’s the bath?” She walked closer to me. “It was fine. But I borrowed your t-shirt. I-I hope it’s okay.” “No biggies. You can, every time,” my eyes fell on her chest. Damn. The nub of her nipples is printed on the shirt.

a deep voice booms across the courtyard. I turn. Then, I turn back. Alessandro is striding toward us. He’s not wearing the typical Italian man’s swimsuit, opting instead for a more conservative set of trunks. But Jesus Christ. It doesn’t matter what you wear. When you’re that hot, everything looks indecent on you. Anne lights up. “Mr. Mommy’s friend! You want to swim?” Alessandro almost smiles. I see it, for one second, before it’s gone.

He spun around, and the memories of my dreams crashed over me, leaving my panties damp at the mere sight of him. He’s married, Angel. I reminded myself, but my hormones and my head refused to cooperate. He wore a white shirt, the top button undone, revealing a sturdy chest and a glimpse of a tattoo peeking from beneath his collarbone. The thin fabric did little to conceal his masculinity. His sleeves were rolled up, showcasing strong, veiny arms – arms that often wrapped around my throat in my dreams. Realizing I was staring, I blinked awkwardly and looked away. “Go…go.. good morning, Mr. D’Amano,” I stammered.

They were talking next to a girl's bathroom. "You know Mr. Thomas asked me to deliver a proposal to Principal Hughes, so i was walking to his office when i saw Jonah taking off his shirt. I saw him shirtless, can you imagine it?And he started teasing me asking if i liked what you see. " Amy asked with a squeaky voice. "And you liked it?" Dana asked with a smirk on her face. " Dana, this is not funny!" "I'm not laughing. You know lucky you are? I guess you are the first girl that sees Jonah Parker shirtless .You are a legend. " Dana answered.

A box of pizza and chocolates. ★ “I thought I told you not to follow me?" Damon spoke out but there was no one beside him in the large sitting room but then... “When have I ever listened to what you say, little brother?" A figure materialized in the open. It was Roshan. He was putting on a white long sleeve shirt that was free at the hands and the three up buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned, revealing his well structured chest. His body below his waist were covered by a black leather, slim fit pants and a dark, long boot that made him look tough. He was looking great actually in his outfit.

Dylan, who could charm anyone, stammered, “I… nothing. She was having a heart attack. I was just checking it to make sure… yeah.” “That’s your excuse?” I snapped my head toward him in horror, slapping his chest. “Amanda, I can explain.” I wriggled free of his lap and stood up. But I had forgotten I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and tugged down the baggy t-shirt over whatever decency I had left. Dylan saw that and tried to stand in front of me. Shirtless and in his boxers.

“Is it too dressy?” “We are going to be outside, playing yard games and sitting around a table.” Heather lifted open her jacket. “It looks good, but maybe a little much.” “Damn…” Amelia looked at my clothes. “Okay, I’ll go put on some jeans.” Luca walked out wearing jeans that hugged everything just right. He didn’t have a shirt on, showing everyone just how sexy he was. “What’s all this?” He asked as he fumbled with his shirt. “Stuff for the remodel. Reese wanted me to tell you he will be up in a few minutes. I need to go change.” Amelia waved as she walked out the door.

Speaking into the microphone, she said, "Welcome to the party, everybody. Let's have fun tonight!" Applause resounded from below, capturing everyone's attention on Amanda. "Wow, Miss Amanda looks stunning tonight! She's the goddess of my dreams..." Amanda was dressed in a dark velvet backless gown, featuring a high slit that showcased her elegant legs. The back of the gown was open, revealing the radiant fair skin on her back. Due to her arms not being fully recovered, she wore black lace arm casts. Her hair was styled in a bun, and a luxurious diamond necklace adorned her neck. Under the lights, she exuded an aura of elegance and charm.

“Miranda, you're a knockout. Any man who doesn't realize that is not the one you want anyways.” “I know, but sometimes a girl just wants to look sexy.” Amanda smiles, “Im having a vision… tight jeans and a black band tee shirt. We can cut it down the front to show off just a bit of the girls. And grab those black Gucci combat boots with the bees on them that you never wear.” “Now we’re talking.”

“I won.” “I watched, unfortunately.” “You owe a hug.” he shoots back. Wait, a what? “Ew I'm not touching you!” she snaps, and I can't fight the grin that teases my lips. “You are all sweaty.” “It's the sweat of a winner, kotynok.” he grins, waving his shirt in front of her. Did I mention he's shirtless? Oh yeah, he is but Amara hasn't looked at his chest. “I'll let you sell my jersey, you can bank off this.” he offers.