Patrick J Adams Shirtless Novels & Stories

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."

“Y-Yes! I k-know! But why are you h-half naked.” Instead of answering her, Adam just picked up the shirt from the ground. He, then, wore the shirt. As he does, Maxine peeked through her fingers. She saw his chiseled upper body which was carved in perfection. ‘Wow~’ she gasped inwardly, the gulped. “I’m done,” Adam announced after wearing it. Maxine put down her hands. She cleared her throat and looked at his face. Adam is smiling. “Why are you smiling?” she asked.

Adam abruptly loosened the top button of his polo after he had an idea, drawing Anna's attention to himself in the process. "What on earth are you doing?" Annalia stutters in surprise as she watches Adam standing up and unbuttoning his pants as well. "What? I want to go swimming in the ocean. Aren't you coming too?" "Why are you taking off your clothes?" The question is, "Do you swim with your clothes on?" Adam gave me a sly grin and winked at her. When he finally succeeds in taking down his pants, Anna's eyes go wide as his length is now at the perfect position in proximity to her chin. Oh my goodness, he is very huge.

"Instead of standing together and facing this as a pack, as a family... How many of you still want to leave?" No one speaks. He steps back and Adam comes forward, standing before everyone, with an air of authority around him. He looks sexy in khaki pants and a button-down shirt, the first few buttons being left undone. His hair is slightly tousled, like he had run a hand through it several times. 'I wish I was the one whose hand went through...' Hold on. The thought surprises me, a blush warming my cheeks. Where did that even come from?