Paul Bettany Shirtless Novels & Stories

He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers. He opened the door for Lisa and she stepped out with a boring expression. She was wearing ruby red knee length gown with black high heels. Lisa flaunt her hair in air. All the eyes in party turned to see the two people and couples outfit. Men gawked at Lisa with Lustful eyes while women drool over Brad. Seeing all the predator eyes, Brad put his hand on Lisa's waist protectively, closing the difference between them.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

I said softly. "Come in," he said. When I walked into the room, I froze holding onto the door handle. Nate was standing in front of me, shirtless. He had a towel tied around his waist and he was using the other to dry his hair. He looked down at his body when he saw my shock. "Oh, shit, sorry." He replied, rushing off into his closet. When he emerged, he was fully clothed but it was too late. The image of his shirtless chest and chiseled abs was already engraved in my memory. It did something to me. Right now, I was throwing caution to the wind.

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.

"I know this boutique on 3rd street that carries these gorgeous dresses. That, paired with your curves? He'll have you over his kitchen counter in—" Tadasana for another ten breaths, class. Mountain pose for another ten breaths, class. "Beth, please, it isn't a big deal," I told them as I came up into Mountain. "Just a publicist and her client eating dinner together." Paul arched a bow as he smirked. "Yeah, well by the end of tomorrow night he'll be having you for dessert." Once Paul began making moaning sounds, Beth screamed loud enough for the entire class to be brought to a halt. I've never been so embarrassed in this class; I don't know if I should show my face there again after that.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

He is really rejected ？ Paul wants to laugh. He really wants to see Joseph meet with rejection. A woman rejected him？ Oh my God ! It's a shame he didn't see it. Joseph lifts the blanket and gets out of bed. There are only shorts on his body which are wrapped in gauze. He walks towards Paul with a grim look on his face. - It's funny ? Opening his mouth, Paul takes a deep breath. He shakes his head decisively. - No, it's not funny, it's not funny at all. I'll get you some clothes.

Athena and Mallory thought they had seen it all, not until they saw some shirtless men in the field, wearing loose pants with sweat tricking down their upper bodies. Mallory gulped down the saliva in her throat as she saw some of the men bulge in their loose pants. “Did you see that?” Mallory asked Athena beside her in a hushed tone. Athena saw the men displaying their abs and six-packs on the field with sweat trickling down their bare bodies. But she was barely affected.

It takes me a moment to realize he's totally shirtless, his lightly tanned skin beaded with perspiration and his golden blonde hair held back messily in a headband. "Hey Ash!" Ben says with a cheeky grin as he walks into the room. He's shirtless like Alastaire, his trademark skulls and bones bandana tied around his head. "Do you like marshmallows?" Errr... what?

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”