Micah had agreed to go to Damon’s penthouse two days ago for their latest meeting, but only on the condition that Damon let him try out the hot tub. Micah was delightedly surprised when the man had given in, but he’d been unprepared for the sight of Damon in nothing but his swim trunks.

He’d seen the man shirtless on only one other occasion, and that was just to show Micah the tattoo on his back. At the time, Micah hadn’t been able to fully appreciate the view, but he’d nearly drooled at the broad shoulders, developed biceps, and defined stomach all out on display on the man’s balcony. Not to mention that dark patch of hair on Damon’s chest, and the small, but no less wiry-looking trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of the man’s trunks…

Micah lost his train of thought.

Oh yes, Damon’s trunks. They had been scandalously short, and even if Micah could have somehow withstood the sight of Damon’s shirtless chest, his brain had all but short-circuited upon seeing the man’s huge, meaty thighs on display. In fact, only one part of Micah’s body had remained working at maximum capacity at that point.

You guess the body part.

It was nigh impossible to hide a hard-on in a pair of swim trunks. And instead of being able to enjoy the heated water of the hot tub, or the view from the balcony, or anything at all about the experience of soaking with Damon – the entire time, Micah had sat cross-legged, as far away from the man as the tub allowed, tense as can be as he willed his painful erection to just go away, already!

Damon had noticed his discomfort, but not the cause of it, and the poor, sweet, cruel man had offered Micah a massage to help him unwind.

And idiotic, horny Micah had agreed.

It had been both the most and least satisfying fifteen minutes of Micah’s young life. (Pathetic, he was aware.)

“Oh, I know!” Tessa exclaimed, yanking Micah from his poorly thought-out reverie. (He was getting hard – again.) “The next time you and Damon get together, you can just have a sleepover – cuddle in your underwear in Damon’s bed and explore each other’s bodies in case anyone asks what either one of you look like naked.”

Micah frowned. “Why does that just sound like an excuse to feel each other up?”

Tessa rolled her eyes so hard it looked physically painful. “Gee, I don’t know, maybe because everything you two get up to together seems like it’s just an excuse to spend time together, or touch each other, or almost, but not quite, screw each other’s brains out?”