Novel & Cerita Patrick J Adams Shirtless

I tease, taking off my suit. “Yes, let do this,” Adam smiles, as I stand before him naked. “Come on, let me see,” I say, waiting for him. He takes off his jacket, shirt and tie. The goddess is a good craftswoman. His body is chiseled like stone and damn, is it hot! When he drops his pants, I almost lose my breathe. The goddess didn’t just stop at his face, chest, and abs. She made his dick a work of art as well.

But as I passed the arched entrance to the living room, I couldn't help but look inside. ​Adrian was pacing near the dark glass of the window, his back to me. He had discarded his polo shirt from the morning and was wearing a simple, tight black t-shirt that stretched tightly across the broad expanse of his shoulders and the hard muscles of his back. The fabric clung to him, highlighting his powerful frame.

He smelled heavenly of light masculine cologne and expensive hair products. Adam worked for a theater company that produced off-Broadway plays. Patrick, an accountant for the same business, wore dark jeans and a maroon button-down. No matter how much Adam tried to revamp his wardrobe, Patrick still looked like he had just got off the bus straight from Ohio, with his fair complexion and freckles. “Thanks for coming, Patrick.”

I nodded Ander out and he left, leaving Adamson and me behind. For the first time in a long time, he looked… fresh! Lively. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt, with no tie. He had a black belt holding his pants tight and secured around his waist and he looked quite dashing for the old man. I stood up and ushered him into the seat in front of me, “Pops, what are you doing here?” The word escaped my lips leaving the both of us shocked to the core, but I was quick to mask it all and cleared my throat.

Adrian stood in the kitchen, shirtless. And not just shirtless—gloriously shirtless. Muscles defined and lightly scarred, abs tensing as he reached for a mug from the top shelf, the curve of his back drawing her eyes like a magnet. He wore only gray sweatpants, riding low on his hips. His hair was still damp from a recent shower, curling slightly at the nape. He hadn’t seen her yet. She should’ve turned back. But she didn’t.

Pete speaks and Adam turns around to answer him but pauses for a while when he sees Mariah. Adam is not wearing a shirt. Mariah’s heart races, it is her first time seeing him without a shirt on. He’s not wearing a suit and is in comfy trousers. Mariah gulps and her ears turn red. Mariah steals glances and is trying not to stare at his abs. Adam catches Mariah trying to avoid eye contact and it makes him grin.

I need to be sure that I wake up before he does to get it hidden. It was well past midnight by the time we had everything put away and my clothes in the wash. I finally had a clean pair of underwear and was wearing my new favorite shirt as pajamas, making Adam roll his eyes at me. ‘I’m with Stupid’ was in large black letters across my chest, the slightly small shirt making my breasts strain the letters a little. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle when he saw it, but then stopped when I realized his eyes were not on the words.

“And thank you for understanding.” “Then join me in the pool?” I grinned. “Of course.” “Great. For now, let’s just enjoy the water.” Adam pulled his shirt off, revealing his smooth, ripped bare chest and six-pack, then he slid his sport shorts down—leaving only a pair of dark blue swimming trunks. His eyes glued to mine as if tempting me to jump onto him. I could just watch him do this all day. I crossed my arms. “You have to do that, huh?”

There was Adam who was opening one by one his shirt worm. Her intention was to keep her eyes peeled, but Jes's eyes refused to close. Jes saw Adam who was unbuttoning his shirt until it ran out, until he showed Adam's body shape clearly. Broad chest, muscular arms and stomach boxes like torn bread. Almost perfect made Jes gulp down her saliva. Adam threw his shirt all over the place. His hands shifted to unbuckling his belt, Jes quickly closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what he shouldn't have seen.

Reaching over, he grabs some tissues from the bedside table and hands them to me. I wipe my hands clean, and then I clean up his stomach. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time. Adam takes the used tissues from me and deposits them on the bedside table. Feeling kind of funny, being totally naked, I reach down and get his T- shirt from the floor. It’s his favorite shirt, which makes it my favorite. It’s a black Rolling Stones T-shirt, the one with the tongue sticking out of a mouth.