Will Poulter Shirtless Novels & Stories

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

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 laid everything neatly on the counter before skillfully slicing the bacon, mushrooms, onions, and other ingredients right in front of me. Sitting there, I found myself watching him instead of my surroundings. "Why don't you change your clothes first?" I suggested. "Are you really planning to cook dressed like that?" Pierre paused in the middle of chopping. Without saying anything, he took off the long-sleeved shirt underneath, leaving himself in nothing but a black sleeveless shirt. He looked much more comfortable now. After that, he simply picked up the knife again and continued chopping. The steady rhythm of the blade striking the cutting board echoed softly throughout the spacious kitc

Chloe had been working in the mansion for who knows how long, why in the world would she agree to drug a billionaire because Hunter asked her to do it? Light bulb! A thought hit him. He smiled and then began removing his tie and shirt. He pulled off the t-shirt which he wore underneath his shirt and then opened his belt. He went over to the wardrobe to find something he could work out in. Shorts and a t-shirt maybe? But that would look so unprofessional.

There he was as I stepped out of the elevator onto the parking lot. Instead of his usual suit, Mr. Miller stood beside a sleek Porsche, wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, blue denim jeans, and athletic shoes. He had left the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his chiselled chest. His smirk pulled me out of my trance, and I hastily looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him.

Chelsea turned her head and called out to him. Russell snapped out of it and walked over. Chelsea took a black fishnet T-shirt and gestured on him with sparkling eyes, she said, "This one is definitely cool." Russell's eyelid twitched. Wasn’t this the clothes that those go go boys wore when they dance? "There was also a pair of shorts." Chelsea spread open the shorts with both hands, and when Russell saw it, he fell silent. The pants and the fishnet T-shirt were a set, tight-fitting square pants, full of grids, and what's even more morally corrupted is that those pants don't have a crotch!

Even though I prayed not. With a small knock, I stood nervously waiting for his response. "Enter.." he yelled. I did, my hand shivered as I twisted the knob. Closing it behind me, I saw him shirtless watching me. "You did not have to dress up... you look ridiculous knowing it will be harder to get that off." He bellowed nonchalantly. "I prefer you in your rags because that's you Merrigold. This this just looks like a Harriet counterfeit."

He’s free to ogle over other women and I’m not allowed to even admire one? I pout defiantly and shrug my shoulders to let him know I don’t care what he thinks. Henry jumps down from the platform and confronts the challenger. He tosses a smirk at me, peeling off his dark shirt and when that clothing comes off his damned muscly build…my eyes are nearly dropping out of their sockets and my face has turned into an Inferno.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.