Patrick J Adams Shirtless Novels & Stories

Ash blushed even before he met with Adom. “Hi, Adom. We have been expecting you.” Jenny smiled as she leaned on the door and Adom beamed. He was wearing neat and clean with a light yellow Hawaiian shirt over a white T-shirt and casual comfortable pair of 3 quarter pants. He was leaning in with both of his hands at the back. “Have you been?” Adom smiled as he raised his eyebrow as a question.

“Shut up and go shake his hand.” Madison smirked. “I might not want to return. Girl, he is sexy. And that face? The beard? Whew. Look how he’s dressed in just a sweater and jeans. Imagine him in a suit.” Sade huffed. “I see him in a suit all the time.” “Lucky you.” Before Sade could respond, little Trinity toddled over to Adamo, tugging on his pants leg. He looked down with a smile. “Hey, cutie!” he greeted.

“Fuck it is. She doesn’t need it, and now that I think about it, I don’t want you wearing it out again anyway. You sure as hell are not wearing it out to some bar.” I pout, but that only lasted a second as Adrian pulled his shirt over his head with a fluid, one-handed move. I started gawking instead. He looks so amazing without his shirt on. He smirks at me like he knows what I’m thinking. “Let me help you get the rest of this off,” he purrs, ripping the dress the rest of the way down and pushing it off my shoulders. “Much better,” he husks in my ear, using one hand to get my bra off.

“I'm not gonna lie, this is… a lot.” Adam smirked, tugging at his torn shirt. “Oh, we’re just getting started.” He yanked the shirt off, revealing a chiseled chest with a sprinkle of light brown hair and some sand. Thea followed, taking off her top, her full breasts bouncing free as she tossed her bra aside. “Goddamn,” Adam muttered, his hungry eyes flicking between us. He pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. He was already hard, straining against his briefs before.

Gripping. "Shit," I whispered, clutching my chest. His chin-length chocolate hair was tousled. He was shirtless with his hard torso on display for my hungry gaze above a pair of red and black, plaid pajama shorts that hung just low enough on his hips to make that V-line mouth-watering. "I didn't know you were home...or shirtless."

His face was burning, a deep red that climbed from his neck to his ears. It was a mix of anger, embarrassment, and a confusing spark of desire he didn't want to acknowledge. ​Jamie didn't look guilty. He simply reached over to a nearby chair and lifted a fresh, pressed shirt. He held it up innocently. "I’m helping you change. See? I told you I had one." ​Adam snatched the shirt from his hands, his jaw set tight. "Get out." ​Jamie lingered for a second, his eyes roaming over Adam one last time.

While I was eating, a man came in wearing a jacket, black pants, converse shoes, and a white shirt with a gray jacket over it. I can't help but look at him, he has a side view of me, his jaw line is perfect, his adams apple I can see it has increased because of swallowing it, my throat feels dry, I don't know if it's because of the chocolate cake I'm eating or because of his adams apple, I looked down at his six pack abs, I can see it freely because his jacket is not zippered, and because the white shirt is close to his body and the big bulge at the bottom his pants maybe he has a big pet? It's just in my mind.

Usually, dressing up made me feel good, but I wanted nothing more than to put my hair in a ponytail, wash off my make-up and change into yoga pants and a T-shirt. As I looked in the mirror, there was a knock on the door. Here we go. I walked over and opened the door for Adam. "You look beautiful." "Thank you. You look very handsome." Adam was dressed in black slacks, a white dress shirt, a black jacket, shoes, and a black bow tie. "Thank you." "Are you ready?" I asked, hoping Adam's answer would ease my nerves. Adam took a deep breath and said, "Yes." I smiled and wrapped my arms around Adam's waist.

he probably started a business and taught others like I taught. "Alpha," they all shouted in unison and I lost my train of thought due to the interruption. I turned towards the entrance and saw James in a pair of grey shorts but no shirt. How long has he been standing there? 'Girl that's the least of your concern right now! His shirt is off! You always wanted to see how he looked like shirtless,' Chloe said and I dipped my eyes to his well sculptured chest.

If only I could see a picture of him without a shirt… maybe that would be enough. I moved closer to the nightstand and noticed a wooden drawer slightly open. I pulled it further, expecting nothing more than ordinary items. Instead, a stack of printed photographs slid out and spilled onto the floor. I knelt down, gathering them one by one. As my eyes fell on the images, my throat went dry. They were pictures of Adrian at the beach. His body was fully exposed under the sun, captured in sharp, effortless detail. Broad shoulders narrowed into a defined V at his waist, his abs etched and tightening with each pose as he stood shirtless in the sand.