Novel & Cerita Jeremy Diamond Shirtless

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

The Palermo sun blazed over Piazza Pretoria, turning the cobblestones into a furnace, but the heat didn’t faze the thousands packed shoulder-to-shoulder—farmers, dockworkers, shopkeepers, kids on dads’ shoulders—all roaring for Jeremy Cali. The stage loomed, draped in red, white, and green, a massive “Italy First” banner snapping in the breeze. Jeremy strode out in his $2,500 Loro Piana blazer—navy, sleeves rolled, jeans scuffed just right—every inch the man of the people with a touch of grit.

When the two reached the cave, Lyle saw that all others were packed and waiting for them. Dominique gave her a look of disgust as if she had ditched him, but when his gaze traveled to Ryder, his mouth fell. Lyle noticed that Dominique was particularly interested in why the hell was Ryder shirtless and showing his muscles, in fact rippling them as he walked. She shrugged when Dominique mouthed ‘what the fuck’. Once again her face heated even though she tried to mask her emotions.

She was too worried and agitated to acknowledge the beauty of the king’s lush palace. He led her to his huge bedroom and Riley perched herself on a comfortable sofa, praying to the Moon goddess to help her out just this one. Jeremy stood at a full-length mirror and took off his suit coat, then he undid a few buttons of his white shirt and the cufflinks on his wrist. He took off his diamond wrist watch and that was the first time Riley saw that his black hair wasn’t short, but long as he let it fall over his shoulders.

i didn’t know what the hell i was feeling but my chest was all tight and sore in a good way and i wasn’t about to unpack that shit yet. The house was lit up like Jeremy had been camping in the damn window waiting to pounce. I hadn't even closed the car door when the front one flew open and he was already shirtless and dramatic, feet up on the couch like he’d just won custody of the living room. pizza box open. controller in one hand. big shit-eating grin. “so,” he said, drawing it out like a soap opera villain, “did you get your coach to grade your performance with his dick or what?”

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.

The door opened and I stood facing Damien. He looked tired like I had just woken him. But when he saw me standing in front of him, his face turned into something like surprise. “Anila?” He whispered. I bit my lower lip; this was the first time I had seen Damien shirtless, and I wasn’t disappointed. He had a nicely built 6 pack, which was insane to me because I didn’t know he was athletic. He wore pajama pants, but they were hanging off his waistline and left no mystery of what lay underneath.

If I could have roared and pounded my chest, I would have gone caveman just before I swept her away. Somehow, the idea of her fingers working their way through the ribbon that drew her corset together had me blinded. I desperately wanted her to take it off; I just didn't want anyone else to see what she had covered. It wasn't much. Hell, her ass and her pussy were barely hidden, but her breasts were personal. In the time it took me to recognize the absurdity of my feelings, the fabric fell to the stage. Diamond spun on the pole, sank to the ground in the most erotic split I'd ever witnessed, and in the process, wound me tight as a coil.

She plucked at the tank top wilting against her skin, hoping that the heat would ensure that if they were gawked at, it would be purely through windows in the deli’s cool interior. Ten minutes later, Jesse pushed his way out the door and onto the patio. He turned and waved. Kimber frowned, until she saw a scowling Call through one of the windows. “He insisted on being around, in case a crowd follows. He’ll stay inside, though. This lunch is just for us. Damn, it’s hot!” Jesse stripped off his checked collared shirt, which he’d worn over a wife-beater tee that shouted “Life Sucks” in bright blue letters and enough bling to blind her.

The atmosphere was electric and it had May already on top of the world, dancing where she stood like she had no worries in the world, she leaned in and said something to me but I didn’t hear her and was trying to process what she was trying to say before she disappeared from beside me, and I was left alone, looking around lost and watching people party, I was about to rush over to her when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around to come face-to-face with Jeremy, who had a smile on his face with his hand tucked in his pocket. He looked good, not like there was ever a day when he didn’t look good. The witty smile he always had on his face told me he knew how good-looking he was. He h