Eddie Redmayne Shirtless Novels & Stories

~ * The exception proves the rule. The door flies open, and Edric steps in wearing only his boxer briefs. He honestly doesn’t give two shits who sees him naked or half-naked or any variation thereof. And why should he care? I’ve seen him naked, and he has nothing to be ashamed of – man’s blessed in every way. I blush at my own brazen thoughts, and look away from him. “Come sit down,” he says and scoots up onto the bed.

, I ask him bewildered yet excited. “cause the idiot you are bonded to linked you in”, my brother’s voice speaks again making me laugh in disbelief. “sorry baby I have to go now, to keep the witch, I mean your sister in law safe”, Edward tells fully dressed in white shirt and his trousers from last night. “Sorry not sorry for the shirt”, I tell him gesturing to his torn shirt which I put on for sleeping but when his hands travelled inside I tore it apart to continue what we were up to.

If she could do what Eva wanted, then the video would be deleted, and all would be fine. "What's going on here?" Elena asked as she stared at the shirtless man. He was a tall and huge man and with his chest bare, Elena knew he had been working out, too much of it even. His arms were huge, and without touching them, Elena could see that there were strong ones that could get hold of anything at any time. The only clothing on his body was a short that hugged his strong thighs perfectly such that one could see all that they contained. "Eva? What the hell is going on here?" She queried Eva who just gave her a smile that suggested something weird.

Wouldn't that ruin the friendship they've been over all these years? Jack leaned over and grabbed one of the shirts that Edward had brought him. It was a button up shirt, a tad tight but it looked good on him as he looked at himself in the mirror. His chest and arms filled the shirt nicely. He buttoned the shirt and fixed his hair, pushing it to the side and allowing it to lay where it fell.

"He has a Nanny, just stop asking unnecessary questions and come put this on '' he uttered and threw a shiny silver bodycon gown at me. Few minutes later we were both done dressing and was outside standing by the car and waiting for Rue. I already made sure that Miss Brooke was with Grey before I left the room. I didn't really feel comfortable leaving Grey behind at such an hour of the night, 10:20pm. Edde wasn't looking bothered at all. I rested my back on the car as I turned, staring at Edde's outfit. He wore a blue Jean trouser and a white T-shirt which he left a few buttons open revealing his tight chest. His shoulder muscles were clenched to the T-shirt so tightly which made Edde look h

“This party’s going to be legendary.” By the time New Year’s Eve arrived, I was more nervous than I cared to admit. “You almost ready?” I called from the living room, checking my watch. “Patience,” Edie said from the bedroom. “Good things come to those who wait.” When she finally emerged, I nearly forgot how to breathe. She wore a sleek red gown that clung to her body like it was painted on. The neckline plunged daringly low, revealing just enough to make me sweat, and the slit up the side of the dress left her legs looking impossibly long. Her hair was swept into soft waves and she wore a holly berry necklace.

“I have just the thing.” Ingrid pulled it out like it was an offering to the gods—cherry red, silky enough to make me want to run my fingers over it twice. The neckline plunged low, the back dipped even lower. And the slit… I swallowed a laugh. The slit on the left side might as well have been a promise and a threat rolled into one. I didn’t need to check twice in the mirror to know Edward would be ruined. “Perfect,” I said, unbuttoning my blouse and stepping out of my skirt without shame. Ingrid had seen me naked more times than I could count, and right now, I wasn’t exactly interested in modesty.

Silence. The figure who just came out of that room made Avery’s breath catch in her throat, and the world seemed to slow to a crawl. The man was shirtless. He wore only a pair of gray joggers slung low on his hips. His abs were on full display for her to see. Avery stood frozen, her eyes involuntarily locked on the sight before her. This was Ashton Knight the man whose photograph she just admired a moment ago. A hot blush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks. She was suddenly aware of her messy appearance and bare face. She felt like a shipwreck survivor standing before a god.

I watched the reflection as the door swung open, framing the one person I needed to be away from to keep my sanity. Eddie Grayson stepped into the suite. He had discarded his navy jacket, leaving him in a crisp white dress shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal the corded muscles of his forearms. He smelled of the bourbon he’d had on the plane and the sharp, ozone-scent of the coming storm outside. He didn't look like a guest. He looked like the owner of the air I was breathing. I snapped the music box shut, the sudden silence ringing in my ears like a gunshot. I turned, my hands crossing over my chest, the silk of my jumpsuit tightening over m

He was waiting patiently for Emily to come out of the room. After some time, the bedroom door opened. Ryan immediately gets up from his seat. Emily comes out of the room with a beautiful red colour one-piece dress. She didn't do any heavy makeup, only slightly blush is enough to make her face more glowing. She is wearing an off shouldered party dress which can show off her cleavage. Her jade white skin looking so pretty and perfectly matched Emily's dress. And there is a cut on her dress on the down area which makes visible her flawless legs.