Milo Manheim Shirtless Novels & Stories

Their mouths dropped open. "Whoa," a guy in the back whispered. "What is she doing in here?" another guy asked, grabbing a white towel. I ignored all of them. I walked right into the middle of the smelly locker room. I kept my chin up. I looked past the lockers and stared directly at Milo. Milo was standing by his open locker. He was only wearing a pair of red basketball shorts. When he saw me standing there, his face turned completely white. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"You always hide under those heavy clothes, Milo. But tonight is special. For Elena’s sake, and for ours, we need to show the Vances that this family is a collection of treasures." Milo retreated behind the screen. He stripped off his armor—the baggy hoodie and the loose jeans—and felt the cool air hit his skin. As he slid into the cream trousers, his breath hitched. The fabric clung. It hugged the wide, feminine flare of his hips and smoothed over the "bouncy" curves of his rear in a way that made him feel utterly exposed.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

“If you choose to dare and complete it to our satisfaction, you make someone else drink. Let’s get started.” Ari walked around the group, whispering about Mila and the drinks before the game started. I couldn’t help but look over at Mila. She was nervous, shaking her leg with her hands clasped on her lap. She wasn’t wearing her normal housekeeping uniform. Instead she wore high-waisted, dark blue jeans with cutouts down the leg, paired with a thin white crop top that was a bit too revealing for my taste. Mostly because I could easier see the top of her fucking breasts, and they looked absolutely amazing. “What would I give to bite them,” Declan growled in the back of my mind. “She would enjo

Her hair hung down, covering most of her face, all you could see was part of her profile and just the upturned corner of her mouth. The main point of interest was that a man's hand was starting to unzip her dress. The next three pictures showed how the man eventually took her dress off. Millie was entranced, you never saw the man, just his hand or arm which was dressed in only a rolled-up shirt sleeve, his fingers were long and beautifully shaped, and Millie loved the dark hair on the back of his hand and arm, a sharp contrast with the snowy white shirt sleeve.

I didn’t knock. The door opened before I could move. Milo stood there, shirtless, the scar on his abdomen still red and healing. He looked at me for a long moment. Then his eyes dropped. To the tray. To my body. To the skin peeking out from the hem of my silk nightdress. His jaw clenched. “Put it down,” he said. I obeyed. Quietly. Carefully. I stood, unsure whether to speak or run. Then his gaze fell lower.

So even Mutiny could kiss his winning streaks goodbye. Without putting on my helmet, I observed all my opponents. None of them seemed like the type to give me any competition. But then entered a biker dressed in a black and red suit riding on his bike with his helmet on. That person gave me an actual powerful vibe—someone who had the confidence to win this thing. This had to be Mutiny. "Are you Mutiny?" I called out. He turned his head toward me and just stared without saying anything, then he nodded.

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.

I laid on the cold marble tiles as I waited my defeat. "Samantha!"We turned towards the voice. Manuel was standing at the foot of the staircase gloriously shirtless with his exposed ripped body and vibrating biceps.I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

The fear from the night before was gone, and I found myself studying him closely from the safety of my blankets. He noticed me staring and, to my surprise, began undressing right in front of me. In no time, he’d stripped down to just his mask and a pair of briefs, tossing his clothes aside. His body was incredible, with his tanned skin and perfectly defined abs. He was miles ahead of Mark in that department. The thought of being pinned beneath a man like him sent a shiver down my spine, and I curled my toes in anticipation. His movements were gentle, careful not to make any sudden motions around my stomach. At one point, he even leaned down and kissed my belly softly. I saw a flicker of tend