I had a secret. A deep, sensual secret. And there was something about a person who was actively keeping a secret finding out another person's secret. It was thrilling and heady. Even more thrilling when both secrets aligned and fed from each other.
"There you go,” Kelvin said, and in nearly the same instant, the television flickered on. A peppy blonde was onscreen swearing that “you at home” could make a gourmet meal with everyday ingredients found in a typical kitchen.
I couldn’t pay attention to her delectable spread of food, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking out of the waistband of Kelvin’s jeans.
It was undeniable. That wasn't a male boxer this huge sexy hunk of a man was wearing. It couldn't be. I knew what it was, yet
