Sanemi Shirtless Novels & Stories

As Tom pulled himself out, he said "come on, folks, don't be shy. You're gonna want to take a dunk in here before we hike back down in that sun." "Easy for you to say," replied a woman named Kara, with curly blonde hair, who I'd met briefly the night before, "not all of us can just take off our shirts." "Nonsense," countered Tom, "we're all adults here. Sam, Serena, am I right?" As he said this, both Sam and Serena were in the process of stripping down. Serena was wearing a bikini underneath her shorts and guide shirt, but it soon became apparent that Sam was not. Under her shorts, she was wearing just panties, and when she unbuttoned her guide shirt, the sight of her bare breasts left most

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

Shirtless. Let me say that again, shirtless! Daniel Snider was standing in front of me in his six foot glory, wearing nothing but blue sweatpants and a weirdly hot headband on his head as he sliced onions into a pot. What the actual hell? "Done staring?" Daniel's smug voice asked and my cheeks heated up. "Wasn't staring," I scoffed eve though I knew it was obvious I was staring. "Why are you in a public space, half naked?"

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

Brittany said then they glance at Brittany who is wearing rashguard honestly speaking Brittany, is not a fan of sexy things she's more like a fitted suits but not that daring and She's more comfortable with rashguards than bikini. Most of the Slave wear bikinis except for her but she didn't even care, she's like that she want to suits her taste not to others taste. "Hello..," a very deep baritone voice resounded on there ears, and most of the slave giggle when they hear the voice it's there most favorite person it's King Shun Yu, she's wearing white beach style sleeveless shirt and trunks King Shun Yu defines for a hot bachelor model she's a definition of power and dominant's even in swimwea

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

Amara watched as Damon smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-muscled body, unable to stop herself from staring. After discarding his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before flashing a wide smile and walking away. As Alpha Damon stood there, shirtless and confident, a hush fell over the crowd. The Protectors, having completed their display, turned their attention toward him, ready to face the ultimate challenge and claim the prize.

His trousers were an abomination. His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on. It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest. The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence for anyone to wear.

He turned his head sharply, staring out of the window at the passing streetlights, his jaw tight. Selena felt the weight of his stare lift, and only then did she realize she had been holding her breath. As Sam stared out at the city, she finally took a moment to look at him. He was dressed casually tonight, but it was far from ordinary. His dark shirt had the top two buttons open, revealing a glimpse of a shimmering gold chain against his skin. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, making his powerful, veiny forearms—the ones she secretly wanted to touch—look even more prominent.