“You couldn’t think of anything a lil’ less boring?” she quipped, gesturing at his get-up. She wasn’t in the mood to continue their earlier conversation right now.

“My usual sleepwear isn’t quite this...decent.”

“Oh.” She’d walked right into that. Dammit. She wouldn’t ask. She would not... “Are you saying you go bare-assed on the sheets, or?”

His lips slowly quirked up. “Boxer briefs.”

Oh, sweet Lord. That was somehow even worse. If he’d shown up here in tiny boxer briefs, that supply closet would have gotten more use, guests be damned. She’d bite into a shoulder to keep her ass quiet if she had to. Because Keiran, in tiny briefs, would break her. Her mind worked overtime, picturing that. His dick would definitely be pressed up all indecently at the front, fabric molding that ass in the back, and his muscled thighs would be on full display.

He straightened from his casual lean, fingers drumming the flat top of the railing. “So, I threw on these longer boxers over them so I wouldn’t give anyone an eyeful. My public service for the day.”

“How commendable of you,” she said wryly even as her throat dried out at the knowledge that he had those briefs on under his boxers. Now would be an excellent time for her to leave. Find her ride and get gone. But that pull between them that she just couldn’t seem to escape was taking the reins now, and she found herself closing the distance, hooking a finger in the waistband of his boxers and tugging him closer.

He didn’t fight, allowed her to reel him in. A small part of her was confident that Keiran wouldn’t refuse her. She’d seen that heavy serving of want in his eyes enough times now to be sure of that. His reaction to her not-date with Jerome was proof too.

Maybe. Doesn’t hurt any less.

Those words should be enough to send her in the opposite direction. She was being selfish. She knew that. Using him to get off when he probably wanted more. She’d seen a spark of something other than lust in his gaze, too. But he hadn’t refused her yet, so was it so wrong if they both got something out of this? Even if Keiran wasn’t getting exactly what he wanted, he obviously wanted this.

And she was so damn weak.

“No one has to know.” She could have her cake and eat it too—as messed up as that was—because what was the point of having cake right there if you didn’t eat it? If Keiran was willing to be on board with it.

“Is that what you want?” His gaze was intense, searching as if he was trying to root out what her real angle was here.

“I can’t deny this sex we keep having is...distracting. I know I keep saying one and done, but we both see how that’s been working out. Tell me to go to hell if you want to. I’d deserve it for even suggesting this.” She kept toying with his waistband until his hand came down on her wrist, stilling her movements.