Will Poulter Shirtless Novels & Stories

Chapter 107: Shirtless Chef Salmon cakes sizzled in an iron skillet on the wood stove as Hunter stirred a pan of boxed au gratin potatoes. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as Poppy worked to lay out their wet things in front of the fireplace. She wore a huge forest green and navy-blue plaid flannel shirt he'd discovered in the wardrobe, a remnant of last summer's season, he supposed. But holy shit, did she look better in it than he ever had! Of course, she'd had to roll up the sleeves over and over again so her hands stuck out. But as she leaned over to straighten the pair of jeans she'd hung over the back of a chair, the shirt rode up to reveal the lower curve of her ass, and his

He's a bit of a smart ass. [I'm so happy with this pairing] Not long after, the helicopter airlifted over four professional photographers. They brought in their costume props for today's shoot and divided them up according to the styles everyone chose. Then everyone went to their respective tents and started changing. Aurora originally thought that home style was just ordinary home clothes. She didn't realize it was an extremely sexy white shirt. The buttons on the white shirt were still very much down. Even with all of them buttoned up, they still couldn't fully cover her cleavage. The shirt was just long enough to cover the base of her thigh.

Killian smiled at me before licking the drop of maple syrup off his finger. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. It didn't work. “Could you please wear a shirt?” Mischief danced on his lips. “I don't want to. I feel comfortable without it.” Another wave of heat rushed through me. “What if I'm not comfortable with you without a shirt?” He leaned closer. "Somehow, I don't believe it bothers you. I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to walk shirtless around the house.” A daring part of me awakened. “What if I decided to go shirtless to work?”

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

Athena and Mallory thought they had seen it all, not until they saw some shirtless men in the field, wearing loose pants with sweat tricking down their upper bodies. Mallory gulped down the saliva in her throat as she saw some of the men bulge in their loose pants. “Did you see that?” Mallory asked Athena beside her in a hushed tone. Athena saw the men displaying their abs and six-packs on the field with sweat trickling down their bare bodies. But she was barely affected.

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

Harlow stuffed her feet in the leather knee-high boots, then laced them up. She glanced at Gore then frowned. "What is that face for?" "I'm not allowing you on the battlefield shirtless, Gore." He made a face. "I wasn't planning to go like this, I just couldn't decide which shirt to wear. I don't know if I should go casual, or formal." "Just wear the blue and orange one, I think you look sexy in that." When Harlow stood, Gore pulled her to him.

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?

I turned to offer him the water to find his shirt off and his tan chest on display for the world to see. In any other scenario, even the most devout of lesbians would have swooned-or at least stopped to admire the attraction-but the funk radiating off his clothes took precedence over his beauty. He took the hose and began to spray the chunks off his T-shirt and then held it out for me to hold. I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts and then slid them off, laying them flat on the ground. I wasn't sure if West, Collier, or Brutus stood next to my house in nothing but his boxers, and I didn't want to find out if there was a personality I hadn't met.

"There's a part of the water that's shallow enough for us to stand in." I turned to look into his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "I would love to, but what about our clothes? We don't have an extra set of clothes with us." Ashton chuckled and pulled me closer. "Who said we need clothes to have fun?" With that, he stood and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned physique. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground, leaving him standing there in only his boxers. And just as I thought he was going to the water already, he removed his boxers, standing completely naked in front of me.