Patrick Dempsey Shirtless Novels & Stories

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

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.

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

The undefeated. Similar feelings surged through Damien. Standing in one of the famous churches in Manhattan, St. Patrick's Church right in front of the priest, he gritted upsettingly. Dressed in inky black shade, he looked sinfully tempting like a living sculpture standing in the front positions in a boutique. Anyone and everyone who set their gaze on the alpha gasped as they wished to look at him the whole day and run their hands over his body. However, the pissed looks didn't sit well on his sexy face. He was impatiently waiting for his bride.

I turned to see who it was and my eyes came in contact with Davion who was shirtless with his abs popping out everywhere. Oh shit!

The music was blasting but it wasn’t the gym that caught my eyes. It was Damon ‘hot’ Black. He was shirtless, only in his sweats as he was doing what I presume were pull-ups. I was entranced with my mouth slightly open as I watched the muscles of his back flex with each pull. He looked like a beast with approx two hundred and fifty to sixty lbs. I was rooted to the spot at the door as I watched him in his zone. He was wearing AirPods, no way he would know that I am standing here.

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.

Apparently, Demian had no intention of killing her. Even though she was very scared. After that, Shada immediately grabbed a knit outer to warm up her body, because she was currently only wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts. She ran down the stairs, strode forward and opened the door for Max. "Hi, Max." Shada greeted as soon as she saw Max's muscular back. Max turned his head and smiled at Shada. He was wearing a navy polo shirt, which fit well and clung to his six-pack body.

God who was this Pierce and what had he done with my unfeeling, no emotion showing Pierce? “I was actually hoping on Angie’s presence today to get rid of this badger on my face, could you…help me with it?” I paused, the image of me over a shirtless, a razor pressed to his skin as I exposed his sexy, utterly lickable jawline. Why was he shirtless in my head? Did people need to get shirtless to shave? “I would leave it longer but it’s really starting to bother me. Itching and all that.” He added impishly.