weekly podcast for Satellite Entertainment Radio. It’s called
Naked Men.
”
“Are you? Naked when you do it?” Madison gave him the full head-to-toe, leering once-over. “Because that’s a visual that would just be wasted on radio.”
“We’re naked, but not in the way you think. Although I do like how you think.” He tried to grab for her waist to pull her in, but Madison sidestepped the move.
“Stick to the story. You’ve got me interested now.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Knox heaved her bag to the grass. “It all started as a way to keep in touch with my friends when we went off to different colleges. Guys aren’t good at calls or emails. Instead, we did a group blog. Called it
Naked Men
because we didn’t hide anything. Threw our uncovered thoughts and feelings out there for everyone to see.”
“These are your friends from high school?”
“They started out that way. We’ve been through, uh, a lot together. Even took a blood oath under a full moon one year. We’re brothers now.”
The tips of Knox’s ears were pink. It was all kinds of adorable. Nice to see that genuine feelings, not merely proximity, kept these friends together through all the tumultuous years of growing up. They sounded like exactly the kind of group that Madison wanted to create here for herself.
She traced his strong jawline with one finger. “That’s really sweet.”
“Don’t ever say that in front of them,” he warned.
“I think I want to meet these friends of yours.”
“Funny you should say that. Because I’ve put your name on the list for the Nats game on Friday night. Everyone will be there.” Knox jerked a shoulder. “If you want to come.”
Talk about progress. He’d thought to introduce her to his friends before she even brought it up. The serial-dating commitment-phobe voluntarily took a step to twine her deeper into his life. This date was off to a fantastic start. “Of course I want to come. But what’s with the list?”
“It means you don’t have to stand in line. You’ll enter the stadium at Potomac and Capitol, right behind home plate, and then come up to our box.”
The over-the-top absurdity had her closing her eyes for a moment. “Of
course
you have a box,” she murmured.
“My world, remember? Come have fun in it.”
“I don’t know if I have the right clothes for a fancy-schmancy box.”
“As long as you don’t wear an Orioles jersey, you’ll be fine.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her close. “As a matter of fact, you look more than fine in what you’re wearing tonight.”
Yes, she’d put on the bra and panty set he’d requested, but Knox had no way of knowing that. All he could see were her same old denim shorts, tennis shoes, and a ribbed white tank. When Knox said a picnic, she dressed accordingly. But she’d take the compliment, seeing as it came with a deep kiss and an extremely slow and satisfying exploration of her ass in said shorts.
“All right. I won’t hassle you about the box. If I’m going to meet your friends, however, I’d better hear the rest of the story about this blog of yours.” Madison stayed in his loose embrace. She couldn’t think of a better place to be on a warm summer evening than with those thick-veined forearms looped around her waist and their bare thighs touching below the hem of their shorts.
“Well, as the years went by, it kind of grew.”
“Define
kind of,
” she demanded. Because there were a ton of blogs on the web, and most of them didn’t end up with satellite radio podcasts.
“Okay, it exploded more than grew.” He cocked his head with a look bordering on disappointment. “You’ve really never heard of it?”
She tried to take the sting out of bursting his bubble by going on tiptoe to drop a line of kisses along the side of his throat. “I’m a librarian, Knox. I bury myself in books in my free time, not surfing for cat videos or pinning pictures of cake disasters. If you blogged about which Brontë
Naked Men.
”
“Are you? Naked when you do it?” Madison gave him the full head-to-toe, leering once-over. “Because that’s a visual that would just be wasted on radio.”
“We’re naked, but not in the way you think. Although I do like how you think.” He tried to grab for her waist to pull her in, but Madison sidestepped the move.
“Stick to the story. You’ve got me interested now.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Knox heaved her bag to the grass. “It all started as a way to keep in touch with my friends when we went off to different colleges. Guys aren’t good at calls or emails. Instead, we did a group blog. Called it
Naked Men
because we didn’t hide anything. Threw our uncovered thoughts and feelings out there for everyone to see.”
“These are your friends from high school?”
“They started out that way. We’ve been through, uh, a lot together. Even took a blood oath under a full moon one year. We’re brothers now.”
The tips of Knox’s ears were pink. It was all kinds of adorable. Nice to see that genuine feelings, not merely proximity, kept these friends together through all the tumultuous years of growing up. They sounded like exactly the kind of group that Madison wanted to create here for herself.
She traced his strong jawline with one finger. “That’s really sweet.”
“Don’t ever say that in front of them,” he warned.
“I think I want to meet these friends of yours.”
“Funny you should say that. Because I’ve put your name on the list for the Nats game on Friday night. Everyone will be there.” Knox jerked a shoulder. “If you want to come.”
Talk about progress. He’d thought to introduce her to his friends before she even brought it up. The serial-dating commitment-phobe voluntarily took a step to twine her deeper into his life. This date was off to a fantastic start. “Of course I want to come. But what’s with the list?”
“It means you don’t have to stand in line. You’ll enter the stadium at Potomac and Capitol, right behind home plate, and then come up to our box.”
The over-the-top absurdity had her closing her eyes for a moment. “Of
course
you have a box,” she murmured.
“My world, remember? Come have fun in it.”
“I don’t know if I have the right clothes for a fancy-schmancy box.”
“As long as you don’t wear an Orioles jersey, you’ll be fine.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her close. “As a matter of fact, you look more than fine in what you’re wearing tonight.”
Yes, she’d put on the bra and panty set he’d requested, but Knox had no way of knowing that. All he could see were her same old denim shorts, tennis shoes, and a ribbed white tank. When Knox said a picnic, she dressed accordingly. But she’d take the compliment, seeing as it came with a deep kiss and an extremely slow and satisfying exploration of her ass in said shorts.
“All right. I won’t hassle you about the box. If I’m going to meet your friends, however, I’d better hear the rest of the story about this blog of yours.” Madison stayed in his loose embrace. She couldn’t think of a better place to be on a warm summer evening than with those thick-veined forearms looped around her waist and their bare thighs touching below the hem of their shorts.
“Well, as the years went by, it kind of grew.”
“Define
kind of,
” she demanded. Because there were a ton of blogs on the web, and most of them didn’t end up with satellite radio podcasts.
“Okay, it exploded more than grew.” He cocked his head with a look bordering on disappointment. “You’ve really never heard of it?”
She tried to take the sting out of bursting his bubble by going on tiptoe to drop a line of kisses along the side of his throat. “I’m a librarian, Knox. I bury myself in books in my free time, not surfing for cat videos or pinning pictures of cake disasters. If you blogged about which Brontë
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