Ed Sheeran Shirtless Novels & Stories

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Reluctantly, Serena unwraps herself from the covers and sits up. The men look surprised to see that she hasn't removed the entire shirt yet. They quickly avert their gaze and glance at each other. "Uh...do you mind changing clothes in front of us?" One of them asks sheepishly. Serena looks between them before nodding and sliding off the bed, walking towards her dresser. She quickly changes into a plain grey tee and a pair of black shorts. She turns around and sees them both looking at her in shock, as if they hadn't seen her naked before.

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

attitude are clearly enjoying my downfall. Then, Santino steps in behind her. The air in the room changes the moment he enters. It becomes charged, electric, and thick with a tension that makes my skin tingle. He is dressed in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. The thin fabric of the shirt hugs his muscular biceps and chest. The jeans hang low on his waist, held up by a leather belt. He looks more like a dangerous street fighter than a billionaire, and it is terrifyingly attractive.

She was glad he ditched the tacky suits and settled for something she found dashing Shania loved the denim ripped Jean shorts he was wearing, with a white muscle shirt and some gold chains around his neck and white sneakers. Something simple but Christian pulled it off It was hard to overlook how handsome he looked “And there he is!” Said someone as soon as they descended the stairs out of the private jet. Shania looked up and spotted three hot and handsome me all dressed up like some hottie pie cakes to be eaten “Fuckers,” Christian said with a smirk as the three men walked up to them

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...

Mr Holt I pulled my hand back from her jaw, but the heat of her skin stayed burned into my fingertips. Fuck!. I looked down at her, my chest rising and falling in heavy, controlled breaths. She stood trapped between my frame and the mahogany desk, her chin tilted up, her chest heaving beneath that ridiculous, high-necked corporate blouse. She had scrubbed the paint off her face and pulled her hair into a knot so tight it looked painful, but it didn't change what she was.

His warm breath made her skin tingle. Please let go of me, she thought to herself but didn't dare to say it out loud. He slowly removed his arm and faced her. She took a good look at him. He looked completely different from the office. He wasn't wearing his usual attire, which consisted of a suit and tie. Instead, he wore a plain black t-shirt with jeans which he paired with a fleece jacket. The t-shirt tightly hugged his body, showing every curve of his muscles. He had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. Faith tried not to feel flustered. She knew Anthony was well-built, but it was hard to tell underneath the suit.

Sean knew she was blushing and he didn’t know what to do, he hadn’t intentionally came to the room shirtless, he had just returned from his morning run and he took a shower but he didn’t feel like putting on a shirt so he decided to just be shirtless, he sometimes stays at home shirtless, but it wasn’t something he does often and also, he never expected her to gawk at him. Clearing his throat, he decided to speak up to clear the awkwardness, he could easily go to his room and get a shirt or singlet but for some reason, he didn’t and he wanted to taunt her a little more, “don’t just stand there, come closer.”