Robby Keene Shirtless Novels & Stories

Leo would certainly get a kick out of it if G-Man was wearing it when he woke up. She found several more and figured this must have been the shirts his friend had bought him, unloved and unworn, hidden away in shame. She couldn’t decide which was her favorite, so many good choices. Like the shirt with the arrow pointing to the side with “I’m with sexy.” The one with don’t hate me because I’m beautiful or Maybe he’s born with it. Or maybe it’s botox.

Looking back at the director one last time. "Make this an exception." "You know well how I only settle at perfection." He nods smiling at him. Looking around to order a errand boy. "Go and arrange for Sir's clothes." Robert said to only make Ethan stop him. "No need" Removing his shirt,he brings his beautiful toned chest to display making the girls to gawk at him in desire. While Robert chuckles at this. "When you have a body like that, what's the need for a shirt anyways" Ethan just nods, going towards Vivian as Robert exclaims from behind him in excitement.

"Leo! You're home early." "You're... you're not dressed," he stated the obvious, his eyes raking over me, from my loose hair down to my bare legs. "Oh, this?" I laughed lightly, gesturing at the robe. "I decided to go ahead with my plan. ‘No Clothes Day’. It's incredibly freeing. You should try it." He just stood there, his backpack sliding off his shoulder to the floor. His eyes were glued to the deep V of the robe, where the curve of my breasts was clearly visible.

I get a little questioning look, but he does as told, and I slide in next to him. Pretty soon, a young secretary from the office sits next to me and I slide closer to Rob, my leg pressing against his. A couple of guys sit across from us, but they're more interested in her. We order a couple of pitchers of beer and two different pizzas for the table, and there's the usual chit-chat as we wait. Of course the beer comes first, so we start on that. But somewhere along the line he notices. I have an extra button on my blouse undone, and he can see right in. I planned it that way, this shirt was always like that. And of course, he can see my braless breasts.

Instead, she opted for a family outing with everyone, Maxwell inclusive. As such, he had to cancel all his meetings for that particular day at the office and let Mr. Kent at the helm of affairs for the day. He dressed casually in his chinos pants which he paired with a sky blue shirt. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his ripped, sinewy muscles and the top two buttons left undone. With his signature Rolex wrist-watch, a pair of sneakers and his Ray-Ban hiding those gorgeous steely grey eyes, he was ready to go.

She was right though, he was a downright pervert, and good god he wasn't ashamed to have such a creative imagination when it came to Seb. "Shush it, if you seen him shirtless then you would understand." The image of Seb in his doorway, shirtless has never left his mind, and he was thankful for that. "You've seen him shirtless? When?" she crossed her arms and fiddled her brows. "Oh, I don't know... the night you took my phone and messaged him, after he left he forgot his movies, and when I went to drop them off he was shirtless. As if he strategically planned it out to show his flawless abs and beautiful arms." Kat rolled her eyes at his description of the man body.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

I’m not going to disappear because of a misleading headline. He looks at me for a moment before slowly nodding. — Good, then let’s get dressed, breathe, and face the world. In the bathroom, I tie my hair back into a ponytail. I choose a dark, sober suit. No makeup. Nothing that attracts attention. But even by erasing colors, I feel the weight of the gaze awaiting me outside. Because today, when I step out, I am no longer the assistant in the shadows. I am the one who makes the heirs tremble.

Roxy Blake steals all the air out of my lungs as I look at him dressed for dinner. He is wearing charcoal, gray pants with smart black dress shoes. On top he wears a pale blue shirt with a starched white collar and white cuffs. And oh, my beating heart. He looks like some kind of billboard man. Not that he hasn’t already been featured on Times Square for the latest Gillette razor. But seeing him like this in the flesh in front of me, narrow hips, broad shoulders and thick legs; it’s making me heat up like a furnace.

The cash struck my face and scattered across the floor. He smiled without a trace of apology, his gaze dismissive. "Sorry. It slipped." The pot-bellied man, Mr. Zimmerman, chimed in again. "Mr. Stone is generous. That's real class right there."