Novel & Cerita Ezra Miller Shirtless

I couldn't tell him that the stain on my shirt wasn't from Northcott’s hearthrob, but from the billionaire Ice King who had pinned me down and used his mouth to destroy my sanity. “Shut up, Miller," I choked out, my voice cracking horribly. I quickly grabbed a clean hoodie from my drawer and threw it on over my head, hiding the evidence. “It's... it's not what it looks like. Just drop it.” “Right, right, totally not what it looks like,” Miller taunted, still laughing hysterically as he walked back to his desk. “Whatever you say, Cap. But your face is as red as a tomato.” PING.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of them because apparently they all got the same memo about clothing being optional tonight. Corrian's in nothing but a pair of low-slung grey boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Ezra's completely naked, his massive cock already half-hard and making my core clench with want. Leo's in black boxer briefs that might as well be painted on for all they're hiding, and River, River's wrapped in a towel that's barely clinging to his hips and looks like it might fall off if he breathes too hard.

A few seconds later, the door clicks open. And… I stare. I stare like an idiot. Ezra stands in the doorway, shirtless, a white dress shirt dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. Black slacks hang low on his hips, the faint line of muscle disappearing into the waistband. His skin gleams under the soft light, every inch of him carved, hard, real. And those abs. One. Two. Three… God. Eight. I snap my gaze up, heat flooding my face, but it’s too late. I saw everything. Every defined line, every shadow.

I turned to face him, my eyes wide with fear and the sight before me only made my mouth drop. Eleazar was shirtless, his toned abs dripping with water. My eyes ran from his chest to his broad shoulder, and just on his collar bone, small tattoo shone against his toned skin, I squinted my eyes to read it but his other hand on my waist pulled me closer making me gasp while his other hand lifted my chin forcing me to face him.

Ezra said simply, his focus returning to me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before leaning back, his hands behind him holding his weight up. “Haven?” James asked me curiously, his eyes roaming over me and noting that the shirt I wore was a mens shirt. I remembered in a sleep fogged part of my brain that I had stirred in my sleep and took off my long sleeve shirt and bra due to discomfort and pulled on Ezra’s shirt before falling back asleep. My cheeks heated at the memory, hoping that Ezra was sound asleep at the time. I looked at James and nodded slowly.

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

Mila exclaimed happily. "Maybe I can be nice sometimes." “I will forget the fact that you are an assassin. Have you ever thought about becoming a normal man?” "I'm a normal guy," Ezra said as he sat down on the sofa. "You doubt my normalcy?" Ezra's eyes rolled down to Mila's stomach which was hidden behind a loose T-shirt that read Rock n' Roll. It was Ezra's old T-shirt which happened to be still in the wardrobe at home. "What? You pervert.” Mila threw a sofa cushion at Ezra's face, and it hit the spot. Her face flushed at the obscene teasing Ezra aimed at her.

she raised her two eyebrows "Elizabeth, Elizabeth ..." "What?" I raised my hands, "it's just work, you think Mr. Miller is going to be interested in me." I could see how he rejected Sabrina, who looks like a magazine doll compared to me. I rolled my eyes. "Let's get out of here then, today I feel fed up." She took my arm. • "The Miller family is a family that loves black, so you should wear something that is black, a bit daring, but at the same time decent "we arrived at a store.

Athena and Mallory thought they had seen it all, not until they saw some shirtless men in the field, wearing loose pants with sweat tricking down their upper bodies. Mallory gulped down the saliva in her throat as she saw some of the men bulge in their loose pants. “Did you see that?” Mallory asked Athena beside her in a hushed tone. Athena saw the men displaying their abs and six-packs on the field with sweat trickling down their bare bodies. But she was barely affected.

Ezra skimmed his gaze over my torso before shrugging as if that would do, and he turned to a carousel full of ties. I quickly yanked the jacket back off, feeling as if I had cooties now. “Is it just me or is one guy borrowing clothes from another guy just plain weird?” “Hell yes, it’s weird.” Ezra picked out a handful of ties. “Which is why you’re signing an NDA before you’re allowed to leave my house.” I snorted. “As if I would ever tell anyone about this, anyway.” “Good.” He turned to me, holding up half a dozen ties. “Which one?”