Patrick Dempsey Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

Manang Gina commented to me with a smile. I don't know what to answer and I can't even smile especially knowing my situation. I just nodded to her and then bowed. After a while, I felt someone sitting in the head chair so I looked over and saw Desmond. He was wearing a white polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing the gold watch he was wearing. The few buttons of his polo shirt on the chest were not buttoned, so I could see his skin there. His black hair was down and it was obvious that he had just taken a bath.

she finished bathing and fumbled through her closet but there's not even a proper cloth to wear. she went to the laundry she found two hundred dollars bills in Desmond Dsquared ripped jeans pocket. the jeans looks baggy on her and she had to tape her pointed nipples with a sellotape since she doesn't even have a brassiere again then she put on Desmond's mauve color t-shirt. her final look was more of a tomboy she kept pacing back and forth in the living room "what if this demon find out... she smile bitterly at the thought of what she's herself gotten into "what's worse he'll just kill me" she shrugged and started out

Casey P.O.V Deciding I needed something stronger than water to handle this, I moved to the bar. I can not watch my ex-boyfriend kneel down and propose to the girl he cheated on me with anymore like he did not make his happy paradise on someone's grief. The bartender greeted me with a smile. "What can I get you?”. He was not wearing what the other bartenders were wearing, black shirt with the logo and pants instead he was wearing a sleeveless beige denim T-shirt , with a chain necklace around his neck , he was wearing scratched jeans , usually it looks on men like they have been disowned by their family and have been on streets for weeks but somehow he made it look great on him

After a long shower, I found myself standing outside Alex’s door. I knew this was my chance. I knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. I was about to turn away when the door finally creaked open. Alex stood there, shirtless. My throat went dry. He was dressed in only jeans as his upper body was naked to my greedy eyes. He looked… exhausted. Like he had just gotten back from handling the mess with my father. His usual cool demeanor was stripped away, leaving something raw and worn beneath it.

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.

Shada stammered as she hung up the phone quickly. "Shada..." Demian's heavy voice came back softly to Shada's ears. "I've been waiting for you. Come in," Shada pleaded with Demian. She looked at Demian. Demian was wearing a brown t-shirt that clung to his muscular body. He also wore long jeans, looking very casual and masculine in Shada's eyes. Shada could see Demian grinning briefly, then with a quick movement approached Shada and sat beside her. Shada's goosebumps bristled again, but Demian's handsome face and appearance overcame her fear.

I guess it's true what they say: at times, your attire is all you need to boost your confidence. I walked out of the room, only to halt in my tracks as Damien's door opened at the same time. He stepped out, shirtless—a sore sight for my eyes—his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, sending my eyes crashing down to the V-line disappearing into his pants. Dragging my eyes up to his face, I noticed that he was dead-staring at me, his lips curled up at the edge. I turned away quickly, trying to walk past but was stopped when he advanced toward me.

Dmitri frowned, leaning in the doorway. “Dimi!” Sophie squealed, jumping up from the table to run and hug her brother. She punched him in the arm as she pulled back, “Not a word all week! You had me worried sick you asshole!” He smiled down at her, “Well, I feel a little better then.” He lifted her up as he squeezed her a bit, making her laugh. God help me he looked so damn good. The plain black tee shirt he wore was stretched tight across his chest, showing every line of every muscle, including the v his abdominals made pointing down towards his… and the black slacks fit perfectly snug around his ass with just the right hint of bulge in the front. It looked like he hadn’t shaved at all the

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore