Paul Bettany Shirtless Novels & Stories

“You’re thirty-one!” “What?” He laughed. “Thirty-one year olds don’t dye their hair?” “You’ve got to leave that for the horny eighteen year olds.” “I’m a horny thirty-one year old, that doesn’t count?” The journey back to my house exhausted us both, yet, I was surprised when Nathaniel pulled his button-up shirt off his body. He was wearing a singlet, so now all that was left was a white singlet and black pants. He has a pretty body. He’s toned to a certain degree I won’t consider excess or buff. He has a couple of tattoos too.

He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain. But right now, looking at Jonny Weaver shirtless, I’m speechless. My throat is the Sahara desert, my heart is beating like I ran ten kilometers, and let’s not talk about what’s going on downstairs and leave it that Jonny Weaver shirtless is a turn-on. This is wrong on many levels. First and foremost, I have a mate somewhere in Bloodmoon. ‘Get your head out of your ass and take a deep breath.’ Sara instructed.

"Maybe next time you'll have to do something more … intense. You might have to bring me pain." Paul stood, dressed in a pair of boot cut jeans and a black button-down shirt. Around his neck he wore conch shells on a strip of black rawhide. "I'm not going to do that. You can stay asleep all day if I have to do that." He gripped my hand and pulled me up. "Come on, get dressed. I want to show you something." "Get dressed?" I whined. "I thought you were going to show me something, you know, here in the bed, without clothes."

I pleaded feeling embarrassed. “Oh.. Hey Shawn!” Betty greeted and I turned the camera towards him. “Hey Betty” he greeted with his cute smile. “Half naked I see… Did you just bang Lena?” Betty asked Jesus! Can the ground swallow me up already. Shawn chuckled loudly and said “I wish” “Is Lena giving you a hard time?” Betty asked and before she could continue, I faced the camera back to me and cut her short. “Betty!! Please stop… this is embarrassing” I purred

Brian who I never expected to still be in the room turned my way and a word was blurted out from his mouth "Gorgeous" I just shook my head and was about to enter the walk-in closet when I remembered that nothing was inside, I looked at Brian and noticed that he was no longer shirtless, a white shirt complimented the black pants he was wearing, and an expensive black belt in place with office black shoe. He looked like a handsome young man going for an interview, and no matter how his white office shirt covered his body it still couldn't hide the outline of his hot body, I shook the thoughts out of my head "Can you leave, please? I wanna change" I said.

I am ready to greet her but it's not her, it's a man that am not familiar with. I am confused and shocked right now. I'm going to ask him if Bettany is inside when I heard Bettany call this man Ryle. What's going on right now? Is he her boyfriend? but I'm not seeing him around before. I'm still organizing my jumbled thoughts when Bettany comes into my sight. I freeze at that moment, Bettany wearing a sundress with her bare face. She looked so fresh and beautiful right now. Like a sunflower in the middle of sunrise. I couldn't help but stare at her and smile. She stared back and return the smile. I had already forgotten that the man he called Ryle is still holding the door.

He asked, pointing his thumb outside. Seri looked at him, noticing Paul was also dressed in a normal fashion manner. Black shirt that had a simple sentence on the front chest saying, 'The best boy ever, and a normal gray pants and white shoes. It was simple. "Best boy ever?" Serina raised her eyebrows looking at Paul, seeing such words on a shirt. "Hehe, it was a gift from grandma a long time ago, I just wear it for the first time." Paul scratched his head and remember when his grandma gifts this to him last Christmas, he thought that maybe his grandmother was preparing for their next visit on Christmas this time.

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

From the way his shirts hugged his form, there was nothing left to the imagination as to what lay underneath. I had seen Nate shirtless countless times back in high school too. He used to be the goalkeeper in our soccer team in Bellevue High and he sure had some toned abs that countless bitches ran their hands through. But no regrets there, he's mine now and he doesn't even remember their names.

Killian smiled at me before licking the drop of maple syrup off his finger. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. It didn't work. “Could you please wear a shirt?” Mischief danced on his lips. “I don't want to. I feel comfortable without it.” Another wave of heat rushed through me. “What if I'm not comfortable with you without a shirt?” He leaned closer. "Somehow, I don't believe it bothers you. I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to walk shirtless around the house.” A daring part of me awakened. “What if I decided to go shirtless to work?”