Patrick J Adams Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

“You want to watch me take off my clothes?” He smiled that dangerous smile again. “Yes, please.” My hands moved across the hem of my shirt; slowly, I took it off. Adam watched me with an intense gaze, eyeing me up. I unhooked my pants and took off my pants. Now all I was wearing was my red under. “Gosh! You're so hot!” Adam exclaimed from where he sat on the bed. His boner in his pants got even harder. My hands moved to the strap of my bra, and I slid it down my shoulder. I unhooked the bra, and my boobs fell out.

She smirked cutely. Adam observed her from top to bottom. A crop top, light blue hot pants....she didn't seem that poor. "You think I'm poor?" Adam smiled bitterly. "Your shirt is torn." She pointed at his back. His hands went to his back and there was a very big torn. He sighed understanding why everyone was looking at him that strangely. "And you seemed short of dresses." He tried to ease the awkwardness. "Actually I'm. You know I had a jeans. I cut it into pieces to make three." She blinked her eyes.

I said. "Well, don't be," he said taking off his shirt. "You've done a great job, much better than I would have." I smiled. "Thank you." "Now," he said. "What do you say you give me a sneak peek of how you look in those dresses?" I shook my head. "You can see me in them when everyone else does," I said. Adam rolled his eves. "Yeah, but I feel like I should get an exclusive look.." he said. "Nope. You went through my drawers, so you've already gotten an 'exclusive look' at things."

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

They'd driven all this way with nothing but the clothes on her back. Adam chuckled, eyeing her dripping form. “Look at you. You're freezing. Put that on.” He tossed her one of his t-shirts, the soft cotton still carrying his musky scent. With no alternatives, Nova pulled it over her head, the hem skimming her mid-thighs, the fabric clinging to her wet skin and outlining her braless breasts and panty-less pussy. The neckline gaped slightly, teasing glimpses of her cleavage. She tugged at it self-consciously, but Adam's approving gaze made her cheeks heat.

I went toward the kitchen for a glass of water. And there he was. Adam stood at the sink, shirtless, back to me, rinsing a plate under the faucet. Water droplets clung to the silver streaks in his dark hair. His shoulders were broad, tanned, muscled in that effortless way men get when they actually work out instead of just talking about it. He wore low-slung gray swim trunks that did nothing to hide the cut of his hips or the deep V disappearing beneath the waistband. He turned off the tap. Turned around.

I cried out and lost my balance, falling backward. A burning hot hand quickly grabbed my waist, pulling me back forcefully. "Don't you watch where you're walking?" A low, magnetic voice exploded above my head. I looked up in panic, and my breathing instantly stopped. Adam had just finished showering. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Crystal water droplets slid down his broad shoulders, flowing over his solid chest muscles, gathering in the grooves of his well-defined abs, finally disappearing into the edge of the loose white towel around his waist.

Adam greeted me with his cultured voice, causing a shiver to run through my body. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons carelessly undone, the fabric draped over his broad shoulders and hinted at his sculpted chest. The shirt hugged all the right places, tempting me with what was underneath. The way those tight pants clung to his long legs was incredibly mouthwatering like I wanted my legs wrapped around them. And God, those gray slippers made his outfit pop out, showing he could rock both fancy and casual looks. I swallowed. As he moved through his personal space, each step radiated leisurely ease. The ambient lighting played on the contours of his features, dropping shadows t

Even if she has only been awake for a few hours. “Thanks. And here you go.” The guy comes in and holds something out to her. It is a shirt and a pair of boxers, from the look of it. “It's all clean. The boxers are an old pair of mine from my teenage years that I never wore because I like a different brand. I just never throw anything away so I still have them. The shirt is Adam's because I figured it would be like a dress on you. He told me you were undressed and needed clothes.”