Eddie Redmayne Shirtless Novels & Stories

I wasn’t ashamed to undress in front of Echo, he’s seen me naked plenty. “You didn’t have to bring me with you.” He stated as he got up and took the few steps that separated us, pulling out a red tunic type long sleeve shirt from my bag and my painted on black skinny jeans and my black ankle boots. “Red’s always been a nice colour on you.” He complimented as he moved back to his bag and dropped his towel, before pulling on underwear and then his jeans.

She looked up with a jolt. “Oh. I’m sorry to have startled you. You seemed deep in thought.” Edward Maxwell stood at the doorway wearing a white button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and he had a light grey vest over top it but his jacket was missing. His matching slim grey trousers stretched across his body just right. Meredith realized her husband wasn’t the only David; it ran in the family.

“Grab yourself a beer and join us old men. You might learn something.” “Old? Speak for yourself. I may be in my fifties now, but I can still go,” Eddie said and grabbed his crouch. They all laughed loudly. **** The sun was almost set. Rich took off his shirt, exposing his tanned muscles. He didn’t have an Incredible Hulk physique like Bruce Hudson, but he still had quite the body. “I hope you got that red bikini on from last night under those clothes,” he said with a bad boy smirk.

He whispered hoarsely. My heart started pounding wildly inside my chest. But he was not about to make me feel like the center of attention. I reached for his tie. “Take your shirt off,” I ordered. I needed to get him naked and this was my best chance. As soon as I said it, Edmond complied, tearing off his tie and pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion. Once that garment landed on the floor, I took in the sight of his chiseled pecs, taut abdomen, and abs. My hands began wandering. Edmond was already looking good enough to eat, I thought to myself. I liked the effect my touch had on him.

"Turn on your camera, let's have a video call." My eyes widened when I realized that I had no clothes. "I'll be naked later." Dairene said something else but I immediately pressed the end call button when the door opened. I was so nervous thinking it was one of the bodyguards. I don't know if I'll be happy or not because it's Edmund, still wearing long sleeves and a loose neck tie. Just got home from work for sure. Speaking of work, I thought he would come home late so we can't have dinner together?

My face was so red that it felt like it was about to explode, but the man in front of me didn't realize the problem at all. "Do you want to drink water?" asked he. "Er... Yes, but I think you should put on some clothes first or I might just choke to death." "F*ck!!" The man finally realized what had happened. He rushed into the cloakroom like a whirlwind and his forehead almost hit the door frame. A minute later, Edward walked out, changed into a simple pair of T-shirt and shorts. He gave off quite a different vibe from his previous suited-up appearance. Now, he looked like a casual and bright handsome man.

She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and her eyes immediately landed on him. Nathan stood near the edge of the room, his back to her, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled as he toweled off, the fabric of his workout shorts clinging to his hips. Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of his physique before—the tailored suits he wore left little to the imagination—but this was something else entirely. He was raw, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking.

Eddie was standing by his bed, already loosening his silk tie. He turned, looking at me as the door clicked shut. "Strip," he commanded. "Everything. Now." I didn't hesitate. I reached for the buttons of my uniform, sliding the fabric off my shoulders. I let the skirt drop, stepping out of it until I was completely naked under the dim gold lights. My skin was already humming, my pussy starting to leak just from the way he was looking at me.

With the palm trees in the way we had a clear view of the ocean, but anyone on the other side would have a hard time seeing us. Edward kicked his legs out and crossed his feet at the ankle. He wore a pair of simple plaid pajama paints and was shirtless. His torso was stacked with muscles, but I felt nothing as I looked at them. There was no scorching heat licking a path up my spine or want so strong it was debilitating. He looked like a college kid, some kind of frat boy and not a military commander’s son.

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire.