Patrick Dempsey Shirtless Novels & Stories

Nora clocked it. [@SpiceShelf: Take out Crimson Vow. I need to see the heir short-circuit.] [@MafiaMutt: Shirtless Damian behind that door? Paywall energy.] I admitted it. I had a mean streak. I took out the lipstick, clicked the cap loose, and pretended to study the last page of the file. Then I let the tube roll slowly between my fingers. The lounge door swung open so fast it nearly hit the wall. Damian stood there in nothing but dark trousers. His shirt was gone, leaving broad shoulders, a lean waist, and an old pale scar under his ribs on full display. He looked dangerous, half dressed, and much less composed than he wanted to be.

But it was still beautiful. And then I saw him. Desmond. He was sitting at a big black piano in the corner of the living room. His head was bent a little, his dark hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it. His fingers moved across the keys like he’d been doing it forever. Oh, and he was shirtless. Of course. I didn’t mean to stare, but my eyes dropped to his chest, to the muscles shifting every time his hands moved. Then I saw it, this tiny skull tattoo on his chest, just above his heart. I wondered if it meant anything or if it was just… there.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

Mads and I always wear spaghetti strap shirts when we’re holding him, and Tyson just takes his own shirt off. It was hilarious when we first figured out that he likes skin so much, Tyson walking around the packhouse shirtless. Granted no one said anything to him about it, but I had the hardest time not whisking him away for sexy time. I mean, all his sexy muscles were on full display, how could I resist indulging in all that man? My man, my mate, is the epitome of sexiness and I still can’t get enough of him.

Like a place made for quiet moments, not public ones. “He’s in here,” the maid said. “I’ll leave you.” The moment she was gone, I stepped forward. And stopped breathing. Damon stood at the counter. Black pants, perfectly pressed, bare chest, no shirt, no jacket. Just skin. My eyes betrayed me instantly. A tattoo covered the left side of his chest, sweeping across muscle and disappearing down his side. It wasn’t loud or chaotic. It was intentional. Lines and shadows that looked like they belonged there. His hands moved with ease as he cooked, veins visible, steady, confident.

His dad would be so proud of him. The next day Charlotte went down for breakfast, and she blushed when she saw him bare-chested wearing only his pajama pants. Seamus looked amused, thinking being a ballerina she should've accustomed herself to men in leggings and naked torsos. She should not flush pink seeing him in his morning attire.

"My parents poked fun of me because of it." "Why does that sound so familiar?" Raeleigh recalled the time she first met Jepherson. For a split second, she was at a loss for words. It struck Jepherson as well and he added, "I'm not referring to you. This actually happened. Ever since then, I never go shirtless in public and I rarely go for swims now." "Are you traumatized?" Raeleigh could not imagine how Jepherson felt. She guessed that he was probably overcome with embarrassment at that time.

Nora clocked it. [@SpiceShelf: Take out Crimson Vow. I need to see the heir short-circuit.] [@MafiaMutt: Shirtless Damian behind that door? Paywall energy.] I admitted it. I had a mean streak. I took out the lipstick, clicked the cap loose, and pretended to study the last page of the file. Then I let the tube roll slowly between my fingers. The lounge door swung open so fast it nearly hit the wall. Damian stood there in nothing but dark trousers. His shirt was gone, leaving broad shoulders, a lean waist, and an old pale scar under his ribs on full display. He looked dangerous, half dressed, and much less composed than he wanted to be.

Powers' who was returning greetings and taking pictures with some well-wishers, flashes of camera lights going on and off. The more I stared, the more I admired the man. Apart from his looks which always found a way to awe me no matter the number of times I've seen him, his dressing on this fine day was so... so... alluring. Sexy to be precise. He was not dressed in his regular suit and shirt thing. Instead, he had on a dyed white and blue, long-sleeved t-shirt that had a little v- cut at the neck. It held onto his body so well, even his arms could not help but show off.

I wanted to surprise her. "Mr. Dempsey, punctual like a gentleman," he joked as he saw me standing in front of the door. He was wearing black jeans, with a white slouchy mid-shoulder jumper, Black & White ballet flats , and his hair was loose in soft waves. He was focused on checking that he wasn't wearing anything other than the rose gold watch. And since I don't want to cause bad impressions, I'm ready to go,” he added to my silence. Men generally don't see details like what a woman is wearing because we're more concerned with other things about her anatomy, but I guess while looking for accessories I came across a Chelsea that looked great in skinny pants.