Novel & Cerita Levi Shirtless

His eagle like eyes gawked at her as if she was his prey. "I am done." Lisa ate to her desire and stretched her arms feeling refreshed. She then left the bed and headed to bathroom. After a long a nice bath, Lisa wore Mustard Crepe Plain Balloon Ruffled Dress, which complimented her pale skin. She stepped out of walk in closet and frowned. Brad was sitting on couch with business magazine in his hand- reading it with leisure. His tilted face under the bright sunlight was a beautiful sight for Lisa. He had a different charisma.

No problem, the machine was starting to sound a little tired anyway, He continues to show off his pearly white teeth. Um, I meant what you said earlier. I said fighting hard to suppress my urine. Well it is undeniable. You sound like my grand mom, before she died, he pursed his lips and look around. Where is Levi? Levi, apparates into the kitchen as if answering a call for help. He was all smiles, hugging us both. He looked clean and smelled of shaving cream and roses, quite a weird combination for boys. He was wearing a plain white shirt paired with old Mickey Mouse shorts.

"What's this?" "A robe and a towel," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Go put it on, and wrap the towel around your head—like you just came out of the shower. You need it for the next setup." I want to ask why, but he turns back to his camera, dismissing me. Sighing, I head to the restroom, swap my tee for the robe, and leave my shorts on. No way I’m flashing anyone today. I get the answer to the question I wanted to ask when I head back to the studio to find Levi shirtless, wearing only a thin shorts made from the same silky fabric.

My mind races, the possibilities, the fears, the hopes all jumbling together. The sound of footsteps echo a moment later, and I glance up to see Levi entering the room. He’s cleaned up, the blood washed from his face, but the bruises are already blooming, a testament to our earlier altercation. His blue button-down shirt hangs open, exposing the white tank underneath, and his black jeans are torn at the knee.

He wasn’t shirtless like the others, and Vero felt disappointed by that. “She’s buying lemonade.” Lev took off his black sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt collar. Vero was startled when she realized Lev was looking at her coldly. Did she do something wrong?

It doesn’t really hurt, but it is uncomfortable and weird, especially knowing what they are doing and why I can feel it. Levi can clearly see the discomfort on my face, so he decides to do what he does best: talk. "Do you remember way back in the days, when you came in to shoot the show wearing that oversized t-shirt and pajama bottoms and your hair was up in a messy bun?" I smile and answer, "Unfortunately, but I am surprised you do. Not one of my better-dressed days, I had overslept… also way back, it’s not that long ago."

" My eyes narrowed in surprise at something in Levi's tone, and I turned to look at him. Levi made no mention of the meeting that was supposed to take place tonight. Was there something he was hiding from me? Will he do that? If he was, what sort of secret was he harboring? I swept my eyes over the dashing Levi, taking him in. He appeared dapper as usual, dressed impeccably in formal black pants, a light blue long-sleeve button-up shirt, and appropriate black shoes. Nothing seemed out of place or different. Yet something does not seem quite right. There was something about Levi's appearance that was a little off. Attempting once more, I allowed my gaze to sweep over him, absorbing him. I got

If someone rings the bell or knocks I’ll fucking gut them! I throw open the door without even so much as a glance to first see who it is. A serial killer? Religious nut? In no way was I expecting to see Levi. He’s got his classic backwards hat, tonight it’s bright red with black trim. He’s got a black muscle shirt, showing off his sinfully delicious arms and of course, ripped blue jeans. Fucking hell did he step out of a music video? I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a cloud of smoke following him.

"Direct? Like we're your personal p**n stars? Bold, sis." "Stepsis," I corrected, my voice steady even as my thighs clenched. "And yes. Strip. Both of you. Let's see if you measure up to those videos." They hesitated for a beat, but the lust was already there, thickening the air. Levi peeled off his shirt first, revealing that chiseled chest, abs flexing as he kicked off his shoes. Nevi followed, slower, his eyes locked on mine the whole time, and their ants dropped next, and there they were, both hard already, cocks thick and veined, jutting out from trimmed bushes. Identical down to the slight curve upward.

"Nice try. But I'm not leaving until you talk to me." "You don't really have a choice." I'd be damned if I was going to shift back in front of him. Leviathan raised a curious brow. "Oh, really?" "I don't have my clothes on, Leviathan! I'm not shifting in front of you!" A smile formed on his face that reached from ear to ear as he started unbuttoning his white shirt that I realized was his wardrobe staple. "I'll leave this here. Shift. Put it on. Meet me at the shore."