Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novelas e Histórias

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.

The door opened and I stood facing Damien. He looked tired like I had just woken him. But when he saw me standing in front of him, his face turned into something like surprise. “Anila?” He whispered. I bit my lower lip; this was the first time I had seen Damien shirtless, and I wasn’t disappointed. He had a nicely built 6 pack, which was insane to me because I didn’t know he was athletic. He wore pajama pants, but they were hanging off his waistline and left no mystery of what lay underneath.

If I could have roared and pounded my chest, I would have gone caveman just before I swept her away. Somehow, the idea of her fingers working their way through the ribbon that drew her corset together had me blinded. I desperately wanted her to take it off; I just didn't want anyone else to see what she had covered. It wasn't much. Hell, her ass and her pussy were barely hidden, but her breasts were personal. In the time it took me to recognize the absurdity of my feelings, the fabric fell to the stage. Diamond spun on the pole, sank to the ground in the most erotic split I'd ever witnessed, and in the process, wound me tight as a coil.

She plucked at the tank top wilting against her skin, hoping that the heat would ensure that if they were gawked at, it would be purely through windows in the deli’s cool interior. Ten minutes later, Jesse pushed his way out the door and onto the patio. He turned and waved. Kimber frowned, until she saw a scowling Call through one of the windows. “He insisted on being around, in case a crowd follows. He’ll stay inside, though. This lunch is just for us. Damn, it’s hot!” Jesse stripped off his checked collared shirt, which he’d worn over a wife-beater tee that shouted “Life Sucks” in bright blue letters and enough bling to blind her.

The Palermo sun blazed over Piazza Pretoria, turning the cobblestones into a furnace, but the heat didn’t faze the thousands packed shoulder-to-shoulder—farmers, dockworkers, shopkeepers, kids on dads’ shoulders—all roaring for Jeremy Cali. The stage loomed, draped in red, white, and green, a massive “Italy First” banner snapping in the breeze. Jeremy strode out in his $2,500 Loro Piana blazer—navy, sleeves rolled, jeans scuffed just right—every inch the man of the people with a touch of grit.

I’ve been trying to schedule an appointment with the owner of one of the biggest shares companies in America, to no avail… but once James got involved, it happened in a week. Now, wasn’t that insane? A loud noise erupted in the crowd, resulting in James glancing away from his phone, to the front of the crowd where it seemed was the cause of the noise. The Jake dude had taken his shirt off and had worn one of the diamonds they were auctioning, making the crowd go wild. “Now, this piece of cake, worn by this piece of candy, is going for a hundred thousand dollars. Let’s see those hands if you’re interested.”

Hyce replied. Roonie kept quiet as Jeremy went to the coach. He's not wearing his jersey like the others. "Jeremy Diaz, where the hell is your jersey!" The coach glared. Jeremy removed the small microphone attached to the coach's chest and smiled before talking into it. "My girlfriend is wearing it, can I get another one?" He said, his voice echoing around the stadium. Everywhere went silent immediately. Dead silence. "Your girlfriend?" The coach frowned. "Yeah, Pearl Wilson.....over there" Jeremy replied, pointing her in the crowd.

The atmosphere was electric and it had May already on top of the world, dancing where she stood like she had no worries in the world, she leaned in and said something to me but I didn’t hear her and was trying to process what she was trying to say before she disappeared from beside me, and I was left alone, looking around lost and watching people party, I was about to rush over to her when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around to come face-to-face with Jeremy, who had a smile on his face with his hand tucked in his pocket. He looked good, not like there was ever a day when he didn’t look good. The witty smile he always had on his face told me he knew how good-looking he was. He h

And then I saw him. Jeremy was standing by the pillars near the bar, talking to a couple of guys from the soccer team. He had traded his usual black hoodie for a crisp, dark tailored button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing the hard muscles of his wrists. His dark hair was brushed back, but a few loose strands fell over his forehead. He looked impossibly handsome. Impossibly dangerous. Before I could even take a full breath, Brenna let out a high-pitched squeal. "Jeremy!"

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.