Steven Seagal Shirtless Novels & Stories

He felt Bella's way of thinking was too high that things like that were asked. Stev suddenly took off the shirt he was wearing. Let Bella see him upper body which is perfectly exposed. Showing strong muscles resulting from his workout and a tough body. With several boxes that are in the man's stomach. Looks very tempting. "What are you doing?" screamed Bella. The woman covered her face with her palms. Although she had seen parts of Stev's body. But she still felt very embarrassed. The man is too vulgar. Does he always act like that to all the women?

Receiving threats, or promises all day isn’t my favorite thing to do. The man I came here to kill looks like a model straight out of a magazine. You know, one of those motorcycle ones with the shirtless guy on the front? The one where the model sits with their legs on both sides of the motorcycle, their legs wide and muscular, their hands tatted and tightly gripping the handle as he stares the camera straight in the eye? Making it look like he’s staring through your soul and leaving you hot and bothered? I hate how my breath hitches at the sight of him. Shane is oozing with sex appeal, he looks like someone picked out his wardrobe for him. He’s chosen a black dress shirt that isn’t buttoned.

Steven knew it. "Take it off! Take it off!" He began chanting, and soon all the men were chanting with him. This time when I went to step behind him, as I unbuttoned my blouse, He spun his chair around and moved it back to align with the center of the U shape that the couches made. Now there was no hiding from him. I revealed one shoulder while keeping my breast hidden and angled my back towards the guys, then I looked over my other shoulder and slowly pulled the fabric of my blouse down over that one too. I freed both arms and used them to cover my breasts, letting the blouse drop to the floor. When I turned around, I could've sworn I saw drool run down Steven's face. Dave and the other guy

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.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I catch sight of Warren standing there, shirtless and glistening with sweat, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine cover. His tan abs are practically gleaming in the dim light, and I notice how his baggy cargo jeans with straps that wrap around his shoulders, cling to his hips in all the right places, emphasizing his perfect V-line. His black hair is styled to perfection, but a stray strand falls across his forehead, making him look even more disheveled and irresistible.

I helped them walk to the bathroom. "All ready for the princesses, I will leave you to it." Steve walked out the room. I washed the girls and got them dried, walking back into their room to get them dressed Sean stood by the wall waiting, ready to go out. He looks hot, totally different from his usual clothes; he is wearing jeans and a t-shirt, something I have never seen him wear. He is always dressed like he is going to a meeting. Some days he will wear jogging bottoms, not jeans though. Wow, why does he not wear jeans?

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

He rasped, sitting there in his wheelchair wearing only sweatpants. Shivering, I gulped and looked down at the floor. Footsteps drew closer to the top of the stairway to see what the disturbance was about. Especially since their Alpha was upset. “Oh, it’s just Mikayla,” Sage blearily acknowledged, half-naked in his boxers. Tattos of forestry were on his hands and crept up to his neck and chest, and his straggling sandy blond hair a mess. I blinked as I took in his eight pack muscular frame.

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.

Suddenly there was a chorus of voices, "I'm not getting dressed." Steve laughed and said, "Did I just step in a pile of shit and come out smelling like a rose? I mean, I've never worked on a ranch where the people are openly naked like you guys are. I've seen some skin a few times but hey, I'm not against taking off my clothes and running around naked. I hope you girls won't be embarrassed but I have a hardon right now, but you can't see it. If I take off my clothes, will any of you be pissed off at me?"