Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

“I have to go on patrol. The second shift at the plant will let out and I have to make sure traffic . . . laws are being obeyed. Then, I have to come back here and look at the notes from 1st and 2nd shift to see if there is anything I need to look out for.” Patty pouted. She only had one trick up her sleeve. She hoped it would work. “Oh, all right. I guess I’ll just have to take a cold shower then.” Patty quickly unbuttoned her coat to reveal that she was naked. Goldman’s eyes bugged out. “You . . . you . . . came down here . . . naked?” “I did, but I can see that effort was wasted,” Patty said as she took the coat off. She tossed it on the bench.

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.

Bennett sets the young boy — who I'm holding out hope might be his nephew, even if he did call him Daddy — on the couch and watches with his hands on his hips as a little boy goes back to coloring. At no point does anyone stop to explain the small child's presence in Bennett's home. Maybe I hit my head and this is all a dream. Maybe a bullet hit me after all and I'm dead. Most of my dreams starring Bennett end with him getting naked. I narrow my eyes and stare at the two of them super hard for a good four seconds, but Bennett is definitely wearing the standard Pelican Bay Security black polo shirt. Tucked into his jeans, the fabric is pulled tightly against his chest creating a nice little o

Brian who I never expected to still be in the room turned my way and a word was blurted out from his mouth "Gorgeous" I just shook my head and was about to enter the walk-in closet when I remembered that nothing was inside, I looked at Brian and noticed that he was no longer shirtless, a white shirt complimented the black pants he was wearing, and an expensive black belt in place with office black shoe. He looked like a handsome young man going for an interview, and no matter how his white office shirt covered his body it still couldn't hide the outline of his hot body, I shook the thoughts out of my head "Can you leave, please? I wanna change" I said.

She had to use all her willpower not to let the sip of chocolate drip out of her mouth as she looked at Bane. He had taken a shower and was dressed in dark blue sleep pants in some silky material that hung low on his hips, showing off his toned upper-body. It was the first time Emma had seen him shirtless and, even though she knew he was muscular, nothing had prepared her for the black tattoos that covered his torso and arms to below his elbows. She had never understood the fascination with tattoos until that moment. She had an urge to run her fingers along them.

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

She gave his unjacketed body a once over and could see although his frame wasn’t bulky it was definitely ripped as his shirt was tailored to fit him like a glove. Kat chewed her lip and closed her eyes as she exhaled a long breath of resignation before she stood up and lifted her arms up above her head to reveal the side seams of her t-shirt. Batton was methodical in his work, snatching up the bottom edge of her shirt and slicing straight up to the arm pit, then changed his angle and cut along the bottom of the sleeve he then flicked the blade around and cut from her neck outwards. The one side fell away from her, peeling back front and back and revealing her to the General’s eyes. She looke

Fearing that Shelton would be sleeping, I decided to send him a text this morning. I turned on the computer. Patrick went downstairs as soon as I clicked open the software. Wearing the same clothes as yesterday, he didn't tie his tie. Draping his shirt on his body roughly, he only buttoned three or four buttons without tying the shirt with his belt. The neckline was wide open, revealing a sturdy pectoral muscular line. Her hair hadn't been dried yet. And the water drops fell on his shirt all the way down his short hair, drop by drop.

"You totally have a six-pack." "Of course I do. I work out. Hellur?" He tugged his shirt down and glanced behind Bethany as they all stood around the table. "Get your woman off of me. She's likely to fall for my beauty, creating a fissure between us that I don't want and you don't need." Bethany rolled her eyes and moved to Damon, wrapping her arms around him. His white button down shirt was loose and made for the beach. "You look good."