Patrick Dempsey Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

Only claws could do that much damage to someone’s clothes. “What would I wear now?” I expressed my concern while his tongue was still licking my boobs. “I can’t drive shirtless.” Desmond’s eyes, which were focused on my buxom, moved to my face. “Darling, I would hide you in myself to shield your body from the dirty looks of the world. Don’t worry! You’ll be fully clothed when we leave.” He seized a handful of my hair and sniffed it. “Be careful about teasing me with your beauty and sexy body if you don’t want your other clothes to meet the same fate.”

I bought a white short sun dress with strappy white sandals. Zachary got knee length shorts and patterned colored dress shirt. When we met each other we both checked each other out. The dress shirt was not buttoned and I could see Zachary's abs obviously. I looked at him strangely, he looked back because he taught I was looking at something else. I was trying to recall the first time I saw Zachary shirtless, he had abs right ? If he did why am I noticing now ?

What the hell is he doing here? Chelsea is immobile in the doorway. "Oh..." is all I can say as I cover my lips in shock. Christie has yet to move or speak. Dave shifts his foot in agony as the stillness lingers. "I hope I'm not imposing," he finally replies softly. With his hands tucked in the pockets of his ankle-length khaki pants, he appears young and innocent. His blue-buttoned shirt's long sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, displaying his tanned forearms and a little Celtic tattoo I've never seen before.

The door opened and I stood facing Damien. He looked tired like I had just woken him. But when he saw me standing in front of him, his face turned into something like surprise. “Anila?” He whispered. I bit my lower lip; this was the first time I had seen Damien shirtless, and I wasn’t disappointed. He had a nicely built 6 pack, which was insane to me because I didn’t know he was athletic. He wore pajama pants, but they were hanging off his waistline and left no mystery of what lay underneath.

He was there. Damien stood at the counter, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the deep V of his pelvis on full display. His muscles were insane — broad shoulders, thick chest, abs carved like stone, arms veined and powerful from years of whatever dark shit he did when he wasn’t playing the perfect husband. Tattoos covered his skin like dark stories I wanted to trace with my tongue. He turned when he heard me, and our eyes locked. The air thickened instantly.

Charlie P.O.V. I watched Damien out of the corner of my eye as he moved to the line of clothes Paxton had left up overnight to dry. Paxton was probably the closest to Damien's height, but Damien's thighs and hips were a lot larger and way more muscular than Paxton's. My jaw dropped as Damien pulled them on, getting the zipper up a few inches but leaving the button undone. The trail of dark hair leading down beneath the fabric made me very happy indeed, and I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling.

Just as I turned toward my bed, my bedroom door opened and there he was again. Damon stood there, wearing only gray sweatpants. He was shirtless. His abs was looked like muscle that has been sulpted. He had scars that ran across his midsection and shoulders. Plus, there was a fresh fresh scratch mark running down his left side. “Sophie,” he said, his voice was rough and it sounded very dangerous. “We need to talk. Now.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I suddenly became very much aware of how little I was wearing. My silk robe had slipped open slightly, revealing the swell of my breasts and the curve of my thighs.

Was Perseus giving him lessons or is this the real Deimos without the suit and cold demeanor? I rush past him, now fully clothed and jump straight into the shower to wash off all my dirty thoughts away. My body feels infinitely clean but my mind is still dragging in the gutters when I see him in khaki shorts and a black loose shirt, his chest peeking through the neckline. “Up for some exploring?” he says as I pull out my outfit of the day. “I was thinking we could do some shopping and enjoy the sun. We have a reservation at 9 so we have all day.”

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.