Will Poulter Shirtless Novels & Stories

Instead, I focused on removing his coat, but when I stared at his dress shirt, I knew I had to unbutton it. Every. Single. Button. I mean, he wouldn’t mind, right? I am already used to seeing his majestic abs every day because we train. He is always topless or sometimes in a sando when we fight. But no, never in my wildest dreams would I do it. The removal. Why does it sound like a dramatic title? I shook my head and gulped intensely. Be professional, Minerva. It’s not like you are molesting him or something. You are just helping him out.

"It's all good, love. I only expected you not to notice and let me do what I wanted with you." "I really don't think it's fair for me to be shirtless all the time while you're fully dressed. I think you should go shirtless too." I lifted one eyebrow. "Simply, I will never put on a shirt again. I'm going to go out in public topless from now on. I bet all the men around us will really like that."

Nathan spoke up once more, “The princes will also be expected to wear their swim trunks. No shirts, if you please. Our viewership will undoubtedly increase.” Beside me, Nicholas sighed. On the other side of Nathan, Julian tilted his head. “Guess I’m glad I’ve been working out.” I knew, for fact, that neither prince had anything to worry about. I wasn’t necessarily worried about my own body either. With the return of my wolf, I’d gotten more toned than I’d been before, while still maintaining some of my curves. I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

He was just putting on joggers so his upper body was exposed revealing his six packs, biceps and broad shoulders. I got jealous when I thought that the maids might have drooled and stared at him too much. “Why are you shirtless?” I asked with a frown. “That's disrespectful baby, is that how to greet your husband in the morning?” Tyler asked as he dropped the tray on my lap and I pouted. “You know you can't walk around the house without a shirt, we aren't the only ones in this house. No other lady is allowed to stare, or even have a peak of your upper body!” I stated and he burst into laughter.

"What do you think?" "Beautiful." And all of a sudden, he pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. "Lo, what are you doing?" "Well, you said the shirt was ugly. I'm not wearing it out." I laughed. "It does look good, babe. I was only kidding." "No, it's too late. The shirt is gone." "Are you going out shirtless?" "If that's okay with you." He winked.

The expression not wearing might have been more appropriate. All Melanie had on was a white men's dress shirt that was wide open and advertising she had nothing on beneath except a pair of flimsy white panties. The sides of the shirt had moved as she turned and for a split second I was confronted with the sight of her bare right brèast.

Did he even have briefs at all? Fuck. There's every possibility he had been working around the house all those times without briefs on. “After this moment, don't ever wear your pants or trousers without briefs underneath. Unless I tell you otherwise.” “Noted. Your shirt,” Porsche muttered, helping Emerson take off the shirt entirely. He lifted his hips when it was Emerson's turn to strip him off the joggers. “Don't you think it's dirty to do it in the kitchen?” There we go again.

“You wear flannel pants and a wife beater as pajamas?” “Normally I don’t wear pajamas at all.” Her hazel eyes enlarged when he climbed onto the bed, straddling her pelvis, with a knee on either side of her hips. He whipped off his tank top. She sighed gustily. “You should never ever wear a shirt. In fact, it should be illegal for you to cover that magnificent chest.” Kane reveled in the way her hungry gaze roamed over every ounce of his exposed flesh. “That so, counselor?”

By the time she realized the change in his expression, things were not quite in control anymore… "Uncle?" She was shocked. "W-What are you doing!?" Neil was undressing in front of her. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Looking right into her eyes, he yanked the buttons off his shirt. Aurelia gasped audibly. "Put the jacket down," he ordered coldly. "Sew mine first!" Aurelia dropped the jacket but did not touch his shirt. What was going on? What provoked him? Aurelia looked at his shirt. It was an haute couture brand. If the button came off, he would have to go to the tailor in charge of this brand…