Robby Keene Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Next time, remember it’s not just a friendly hug, Kourtney. I won’t share you. Not with anyone. And I’ll make you understand that.” With one swift movement, he loosened the silk robe he wore, and the fabric parted to reveal his chiseled body… and the massive hardness of his cock. It was standing so proud and eager!

I tried to ignore the fluttering in my stomach as his eyes swept over my half-naked body. I still wore the same shirt from yesterday—a tank top that clung loosely to my curves and exposed the outline of my breasts. Robert had removed my bra while I slept, so there was nothing I could do about my nipples peeking through the thin fabric of my shirt. My jeans were gone, too, leaving matching thong panties and socks to cover my bare legs. Socks? Robert didn’t comment on the extra clothing. Instead, he continued to stare at me with his intense blue eyes, the smirk on his face widening. His scrutiny made me blush—hard!

He didn’t bother to put on a shirt, the defined muscles of his torso exposed under the soft glow of the chandelier. ‎ ‎Thomas, his trusted aide, glanced at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. It wasn’t often that Ryan appeared so casual and unguarded at home, especially without a shirt. Still, Thomas said nothing, knowing better than to question his boss’s mood or habits. He quickly left the room to make the call. ‎

She saved a ton of trouble explaining. Eva gets a brief look at the white shirt and pulls it from Nina. The white shirt is with incredible quality and the workmanship and the style are five star. Despite the fact that it is just a plain white shirt, it uncovers the extraordinary respectable soul. At the sleeve of the shirt, elegant letters of "K. G." are weaved with fine gold string. G.? Kevin George's initials for his name? This shirt has a place with Kevin George? Did Kevin give this to Arosh? Eva feels anxious and her tone becomes very bad. Arosh, where did you get this shirt?"

"Do you have a thing for moping? Cause you've been doing it a lot lately." ‘Lately he says! We haven’t seen each other in days. The audacity!’ I thought, yet said nothing. I blinked. Twice. And then again. Was it hot in here? Or was it just… Well. Every single man in the room was shirtless and glistening in sweat. Except Ronan. He looked exactly as he always did — calculated, composed, not a single bead of sweat trailing down his temple, or anywhere for that matter. It was then I realised unlike everyone else, he was the only one not in training gi. He was in his suit pants. Which told me he might have returned not too long ago.

She was starting to feel nervous. “Go on?” He prompted impatiently. He was dressed casually, not something you'd expect from a CEO on a Monday, but he looked hot! Killian was probably the most stunning, young billionaire alive. He was wearing a branded, black LV shirt and pants, with matching black, Nike sneakers. An expensive-looking, long black coat lay on the back of the chair he had been sitting on, completing the lovely all-black look. Plus his curly, black hair fell slightly across his face, blending in perfectly with his outfit.

But, by the tent in the silk sheets and his predator-like gaze, I was able to discern his currently aroused predicament. In order to go through with my plan, I was dressed in his white dress shirt. It came to mid-thigh because of how tall Keeran is. The shirt seemed more like a dress on my frame, hanging off of my bare left shoulder, with the sleeves folded upwards to uncover my wrist and forearms. I had purposefully left two buttons unbuttoned, leaving the fabric gaping open at the front and exposing my entire cleavage along with a portion of my waist. And I didn't bother to wear a bra tonight. Since the shirt was white, he could see a rather blurred image of my nipples framed against the s

Robinson when I realize, I don't even have his number. Don't call me. He had instructed me the day of my interview. The sight that greets me, however, sends my body numb and causes the phone to fall from my hand. Mr. Robinson has his hand buried deep in a lady's hair and the other hand somewhere inside her dress. His black button shirt is already unbuttoned halfway and he isn't wearing his jacket or tie. The dark-haired lady has a hand fumbling with his belt buckle and the other grasping his shoulder for support with her moans suppressed against his lips.

The only noise being made outside are those of the trees swaying to the light wind. I make my way to the door and knock and after waiting for two minutes; I hear the door lock clicking and when it opens, I’m greeted by a naked Keenan except for the Calvin Klein boxer briefs he’s wearing. Not that I’m complaining. His hair is rough and looks shabby, and his eyes dull and seem to just be waking up. His head is down and his body is leaning on the doorframe and so he does not notice me. “I thought I said take the weekend off?!” He growls lowly and my brow rises. Has he been drinking or something?

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.