Patrick Dempsey Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

I am wearing a purple long-sleeve glitter backlesss dress and paired it with my pump heeled sandals. Meanwhile, Damon is wearing a long pants and a white collared shirt which perfectly hugs his masculine body. He also wears his personalized dog tag with our names engraved on it. Damon is hot as hell right now. His aura is different from being a strict and intimidating CEO. Coz right now, he looks like just a normal person going to a club with his girlfriend.

He moved away a bit. "You want to hear about me growing up?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Tell me everything." "Okay," Jeremy said slowly. "We can talk." Then, he reached down. He grabbed the bottom edge of his gray shirt. In one quick motion, he pulled the shirt completely over his head and threw it onto the white floor. I gasped. My eyes went totally wide. He was completely shirtless. His chest was incredibly broad and huge. His stomach had perfect, deep abs, and his skin was literally shining under the bright lights of the hotel room.

I lightly smacked his bare chest. After we got married, I found out about his shirtless habit in the house. He also preferred to wear training pants, sometimes only boxer briefs. The kids often protested seeing their daddy wandering around the house shirtless and asked me to buy clothes for him. All I have to do is laugh and nod to make them stop protesting. “This kind of pervert you still like.” Alpha Rey kissed my lips and gave them a soft lick. I groaned in annoyance as he released his intoxicating kiss.

‘Just a dress or some leggings and a t-shirt, will be fine’ she said with a smile. I looked through my closet quickly and chose a short dress that was a little tight on me but was supposed to be loose fitting. I dropped off the clothes in the bathroom along with towels and facecloths and made my way to the kitchen to get breakfast started. Dmitry stirred on the couch at the delicious smell of bacon. He gave me a shy grin as he sat up wearing nothing but underwear. I hadn't seen him shirtless since our viking boat ride in Europe, but Dmitry's body was drool worthy. Years of disciplined work outs and a tapestry of tattoos covered the entirety of his torso. His legs were toned and muscular as w

Ashly demanded something from nowhere, which made Alex start. But then Alex chuckled, getting up from the bed and undressing slowly. Teasing Ashly as he unbuttoned his silk shirt. Ashly has seen Alex shirtless before, and she almost came in her pants at the sight of her Alphas abs. Like how the fuck is ripped like that? Alex threw his shirt on the floor, then moved to his skinny jeans and took them off with one swift movement. Alex stood there in all his glory.

He stated, shaking his head and offering a faint smile. “How? You barely get any sleep.” I slightly frowned. “I get the amount of sleep I need.” “No, you don’t. Now, take your off shirt and get in.” I ordered him. Damiano looked at me with a raised brow. “And why do I need my shirt off?” “Because I’m addicted to seeing you shirtless. Hurry, I don’t have all day.” I said impatiently. “You’re getting a little too comfortable bossing me around.” He clicked his tongue, but still took off his shirt, leaving him in the delicious glory of his six-pack and tattoos.

he called back as he grabbed some clothes of his own. “Oh, no you don’t,” I warned, “It is not going to be one of those sessions. Not today Dmitri!” He came out in a pair of gym shorts and a sleeveless tee that stretched tight over the broad expanse of his chest while showing off the definition of the muscles in his shoulders and arms. I never got to see him dressed this casually; damn it, he still looked amazing. “I’m not leaving your side until we know your uncle is back on his side of the globe.”

The morning mist clung low to the ground, cool against my skin as I stepped outside. And then— I stopped. Damien was already there. Shirtless. Breathing slow and controlled, muscles moving fluidly beneath skin kissed by dawnlight. His hair was tied back loosely, a few strands falling against his neck, damp with sweat. He was stretching, rolling his shoulders like a predator preparing for a hunt. I felt it. That sharp, unwanted heat. Moon help me. I cleared my throat loudly. “Is a shirt illegal where you come from?” He turned.

Lana responded. The very next moment, the doors to the house push open, and Damien eclipses the sunlight coming in. He was wearing a high-necked, deep crimson shirt that looked outstanding against his skin. Lord help me. The shaggy black hair on his head had been tamed to a certain extent although it was still long. The shirt was made of some heavily silky material that draped across the broad expanse of his chest, clinging with loving detail to each chiseled muscled group. It was tucked into a pair of black pants tight enough to prove that he did hit the gym on daily basis. I swallowed hard and tried not to think about that. High, shiny black boots that came to his knees completed the outfi