Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

She gestured with a graceful hand towards the figure-hugging sleeveless top she was wearing. An eager, unmistakable rush of excitement flooded through Sonu. He nodded, his eyes fixed on her, as she began unbuttoning the front of the top. The garment emphasised the elegant curve of her bare arms and the generous swell of her breasts. The deep, enticing neckline offered a tantalising glimpse of cleavage, while the delicate, thin shoulder straps did little to conceal the edge of her bra underneath.

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...

A sharp nose and pointed chin, just like a supermodel. I gulped and my eyes dipped to his overly muscled torso, his navy blue Ralph Lauren dress shirt was stretched along it, buttoned just to leave the upper two open revealing his corded chest. His sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up enough to reveal his veiny forearms, his left hand was shoved deep into the pocket of his black slacks which covered his infinitely long and muscular legs. Woah! He was tall and angry. Never a good combination. Plus ruggedly handsome, the one you would wish to cling to.

Then he bent his arm at the elbow and unbuttoned the wrist cuff of his dress shirt before he started to slowly roll his sleeve up his arm. My throat seemed to dry as I watched the slow movement of his fingers. My eyes remained glued to the skin he was revealing inch by torturous inch. His forearm is covered in tattoos and made up of thick muscles and pronounced, masculine veins traveling up the length of his arm and disappearing into his shirt. He repeated the same process on his other sleeve, his movements as unhurried as with the first because he knew he had me trapped with nowhere to go. When he was done, he grabbed the knot of his tie and yanked it down. He ripped it off like it was suff

Quickly, Selena opened the window side wide enough, flaked the silver color curtains to the sides, and waited for further instructions. “Come back in when I leave!” He said, and she hurried out immediately. “How are you feeling today?” He asked, but I kept quiet, staring at the long sleeve shirt he is wearing. It seemed this brand of sleeves, were made specially for his muscled chest. But it keeps struggling to stay intact against his chest no matter how many times I sees it.

she frowned indecisively. I pulled the necklace she’d given me, the cuff Dmitri had given me and a pair of chandelier earrings made of black and fire opals, off the vanity. “Cuff means no sleeves so that means the suites are out.” She held up the earrings to the dresses. “The black one,” she sounded as uncertain as I did about which color was appropriate for tonight.

Either way, I didn’t want to try on any others. The details on it are exquisite. It has long sleeves with silk buttons from my elbow to my wrist. The neckline leaves a lot to the imagination. It cuts right under my collarbones in a straight line, but it fits so perfectly that the curves of my breasts is still visible through the ivory silk fabric.

A few stray strands fall gently across my forehead, giving me a soft, youthful appearance. I wore a stylish school uniform, tailored to perfection for my young frame. The crisp white blouse with a stiff collar is adorned with a delicate tie in a subtle pattern, but with a slightly smaller and more delicate design to suit my feminine features. The blouse is fitted with precision, showcasing my slender yet energetic physique. The sleeves are short and puffed, adding a touch of sweetness to my overall appearance.

And the two figures on it. Ceal sat at one end, his posture relaxed, his jacket draped over the armrest beside him. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, exposing forearms I hadn’t noticed before—lean but defined, the kind of arms that came from work rather than a gym. His head was tilted slightly, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes fixed on the woman beside him.

When I looked up at Rafe, he had a ghost smile on his lips. “You can sit over there and make yourself comfortable.” He pointed to the couch and walked behind his desk. He opened a drawer and brought out some documents. I surreptitiously gazed at him as I marched to the couch and cosseted onto the cushion. Rafe undid his necktie, unfastened his cuffs, and rolled his sleeves to his elbows, revealing two strong forearms with visible lines of veins. I could watch him forever... his tall, broad physique, his dress shirt hugging his body in a perfect fit, and the way his long legs draped with that tailored trousers. Was he working right now? He flipped the page to the next, lifting his sexy arm.