Enrique Iglesias Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

Three minutes before the agreed time, Miles arrived, he walked briskly approaching Angel “sorry, there was a big issue in my company that needed my attention” Angel smiled widely, surprising the Director and his crew, they have never seen the popular Manila ice queen smile before, her smile was beautiful that made all of them drool. “It is fine, since you are here, we should start the commercial,” she told him. Miles nodded, the director told his crew to take Miles to the dressing room, and Miles emerged from the dressing room shirtless. Angel was stunned, she didn't envisage Miles could even look hotter without a shirt, he had perfect abs, biceps, and tightly packed muscles that looked like

Igni had not seen him yet, the reason why she was still yelling in my face. Elijah looked really handsome in the black shirt and black trousers he wore. The first two buttons of his shirt were opened and they made him look sexy as hell, and his slicked-back hair was almost making me wet. I licked my lips and looked away when he smirked at me. I looked at Igni. I was sure if she had seen him, she would have acted all submissive. The pretentious bitch. Thank Goodness she had her back turned to him, so she could display without thinking. I cackled a little at the thought but that seemed to have ticked her off.

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

ISABELLA GARCIA “This is so crazy, babe. Are you okay?” I rushed out to Enzo, flinging my bag onto our bed. Enzo sat at the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes. He was shirtless, his back carved into beautiful chunks of muscle that flexed as he moved. He turned to face me, his neck craning. I hurried across the room. I wanted to stop and take off my shoes too, but I needed to be beside him already.

He never allowed me and Elliot together in his room knowing we'll cause a chaos here. I moan wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulls my body flush to his. He pushes me down on the bed harshly before taking off his blazer and shirt. I bite my lips looking at my man standing there with ripping muscles and six-packs. He smirks at me taking off his pants as I let out a small moan. " Take it off before I rip it," he whispers huskily. I let out a shaky breath before zipping open my dress and throwing it on the ground. Enrique gets on top of me slowly discarding my other pieces of clothes until I was laying under him in nothing.

, when I saw the most handsome man in the world, Magnus was in a black shirt that showed his biceps and his muscular chest, his jeans made him really look like a Greek god and a rebel without a cause. Well with cause, the one to make me lose my mind with that body of impact he has, how the hell am I going to keep calm having him near me, dressed like that, when when I see him I just want him to carry me and there will be my legs to make me his, to make me scream with pleasure to feel him inside me again. I stood there without being able to say a single word, "I think we are all leaving, each one in his own car right, Enrique you can ride with us" said Trevor.

we have is strictly professional? Sebastian comes out with Lucas at his side while the owner of the shop, Enrique, and the rest of his associates come out from behind the fitting room. Once Sebastian finally stands on the podium in front of the lounge room couch, nonchalant yet also irritated at the congregation of people around him, I finally quench the thirst of my curiosity pertaining to how the tuxedo would look. But somehow, my mouth goes dry. "What do you think?" Enrique says, his Spanish accent large and lively ironically compared to his short frame and feminine attire.

I take a moment to stare at him while he speaks in a language I don't understand. A pair of sunglasses sit on his dark hair that has grown inches longer since the first time I saw him. It's down the nape of his neck now, teasing his golden skin. He is shirtless, and the tattoos on his chest and back ripple with each movement. They are lines, painted with excruciating detail and precision. Lines I'd like to trace with my fingers. His slim waist tapers down into tight swim trunks that grab his ass snugly. "Señor," a woman suddenly calls out, pulling me from my reverie. She heads straight for Sin and my muscles tense as she encroaches on his space. "Puedo tomarme una foto contigo, por favor?"

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

I replied stunned. -BACK TO PRESENT TIME- Shit this mini Versace shirt dress is uber short, it’s white, gold & black and very cute. But it looks like I’m just wearing one of his buttonup shirts and it barely reaches mid-thigh to cover my goodies. And these lace crotchless undies he insisted I wear ain’t helping, ugh. He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts.