Jesse steps up and chooses as his first pick the stout, muscular Toby. Flint goes for Sam. The brothers Rocco and Danny are divided up next. The other team members are chosen quickly and then the teams huddle up to pick the two men to sit out first.

“Are the teams split fairly?” I ask. “The men on Jesse’s team look huge compared to Flint and Sam’s.”

“Don’t worry,” Kendra answers. “Sam and Flint might not be as big, but they’re quicker. Trust me, it’s even.” She picks up Josh and sits him on her lap. “My favorite part is coming up. Prepare to drool. This is what dreams are made of, honey.”

She points to the court and my mouth drops open.

Good Lord!

The men begin peeling off their shirts and tossing them to the women lining the court. With the exception of the heavy, out-of-shape referee who thankfully left his shirt on, the basketball court is loaded with bare skin, muscles, and tattoos.

Pure masculine man candy.

I consider taking a photo with my cell phone and decide I’d better not chance it.

“The men used to play shirts and skins until we convinced them that it would be more beneficial for everyone if all the shirts came off,” Kendra says with a laugh. “It was one of the rare moments the men actually listened to us. This way it’s a win-win for everyone.” She shrugs. “The men want to get lucky later and we need visuals so...”

“Well, thank you for that,” I say, fanning myself with my hand. “Whew! They’re the hottest group of men I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I notice Sam looking around for me in the crowd, and I stand up. His gaze lands on me and he smiles, causing his whole face to light up.

My God.

Why does it always feel like Christmas morning when he looks at me like that?

Quickly running to the side of the court, he tosses me his shirt and I catch it in mid-air. I grin and clutch his shirt in my hands, resisting the urge to hold it to my face and breathe in his scent.

The simple gesture of a guy throwing me his shirt sends my heart racing like I’m fifteen years old. More than a few of the Sweet Butts shoot me evil looks that clearly say they want me to die a quick, painful death, right here and now. Especially a big-breasted girl with long blonde hair in a bikini top and cut-off blue jean shorts.

Flint and Jesse run over, and their shirts come flying by right behind Sam’s, landing in Kendra and Trish’s laps. They both giggle as they grab at the shirts. It’s good to know I’m not the only one this is having an effect on.