Patrick J Adams Shirtless Novels & Stories

they all look happy " one love , unity , greatness and prosperity to us .THE ADAMS now and for ever " I I read the tag below the portrait and I smile . " NOW AND FOR EVER " I mumbled those words while starring at the portrait . after taking my bath and cream my skin with the oil given to me by one of the maids .a knock landed on the door "who..who's there " I ask " sorry to disturb you miss but a here to give you your cloths "I heard Jericho voice outside .I open he door and he walked in ,he placed the dress on the bed then turn to me with a light smile

There, he stood shirtless, the remnants of the borrowed T shirt still fresh in his memory. In the privacy of his room, Adam set about shedding the remnants of the day's activities. He carefully unbuttoned his suit, which had borne witness to the highs and lows of the kindergarten event. His wet shirt, now a testament to his unexpected participation in the water filled race, was peeled away, revealing a body marked not only by his physical prowess but also by the scars of his past. The discarded clothes found their place in the laundry basket, a stark contrast to the polished attire he usually wore. As Adam settled onto his bed, he let out a deep breath, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling.

Hadrian said, opening the door. He was still in the pajama pants that the girls gave him for Christmas. They were blue with red fire trucks all over them. He was shirtless because he was certain that his girls did not understand why everyone always laughed at the matching shirt that declared firefighters like it hot. “I’m sorry. I can wait if you want,” she said looking down. Stepping back, he opened the door wider for her to enter, “No, go ahead and come in. I was about to figure out breakfast.”

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

I command (This part would be true had I not just gotten a confession. Adam starts undressing…unbuttoning his shirt and his strong chest and sexy abs are peeking through between his now open shirt and he reaches for his buckle and a snicker behind me makes me turn ,”you really going to make him strip after you found out culprit?”Riff laughs.

I guess we could use the night to get to know each other. I got dressed in a cozy pair of cotton PJs.My hair needs to be dried, I don't want to get sick in the morning by sleeping with wet hair. I opened my bedroom door only to smash into a hard wall, which I surely remember was not built here. I stepped back to see Adam, wearing nothing but a towel! My eyes wandered to his six-pack, maybe an eight! which still had tiny droplets of water on it. How come he lets to look this good. Not fair!! I couldn't take my eyes off him, I was sure I was drooling

The room was empty-looking. I stepped slowly out— “Ahh!” I yelped, nearly jumping out of my skin. Adrian stood just a few feet away, bare-chested, his tattoos and muscles on full display. My grip on my towel tightened as my pulse skyrocketed. “You can wear one of my shirts,” he said casually. I nodded quickly, walking past him into his massive walk-in closet. I grabbed the first shirt I saw, which stopped just above my knees, and a pair of shorts so big I had to tie them at the side.

He’s rich. When he turned away, she examined the cabinet filled with Adam’s business suits. Her mouth twisted as she considered what he should wear. He was the boss, but what if he yelled at her for not liking her taste? She struggled to reach a light pink long-sleeved shirt but couldn’t. Adam handed it to her without a word, licking his lips with a strangely enticing smile. “I couldn’t reach it. Everything here is American-sized,” she explained. He nodded slightly, “You can step onto something so you can reach it,” he suggested.

SAMANTHA THOMPSON Adam parks the car by the ranch door and I get out of the car pulling down a huge shirt that’s working as a dress right now. I’m not wearing underwear and that’s because “caveman” Adam, I would complain, if it wasn’t for the huge pleasure I felt when he tore my panties away from my sex.