Page 113 of Scandalous Park Avenue Prince

He went to push past me a third time, but I still wasn’t having it. I took hold of his arm and yanked him in close. “Oh, I didn’t forget, but you seemed to. It seems the only time you listen to me is when you’re naked in my bed.”

Preston’s pupils darkened, but when someone shouted out in the hall, the two of us jumped apart.

“You shouldn’t have come here. I was pretty clear I don’t want to talk.” Preston started up the stairs again.

“That’s too bad.” I followed him, taking the steps two at a time, and just as he was about to open the door, I slapped my hand on top of it. “Because I do.”

This was insane.Iwas fucking insane. To be standing in one of Astor’s classrooms, pinning a student to the door. I felt like I was the one back in university, and my body was reacting the same way.

“I’m not letting you leave, Preston. Not until we talk.”

Preston spun around then, his cheeks flushed as he fumed at me. “Okay, then talk. Tell me how in the several days we were staying at the Plaza, fucking, eating, talking, and fucking a little more,you managed to forget the fact that you have a date with someone elsethisweekend. Can you tell me that?”

When he said it like that, I sounded like an even bigger shit.

“Or maybe I fucked you too much. Made you brain dead?”

He was on a roll now, all the anger and hurt he’d been feeling finally boiling over. Did I deserve it? Yes. Was I going to put up with it much longer? No. I was not.

“Keep pushing, Preston,” I warned, and he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m not pushing, I’m talking. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yes, but like adu—” I cut my words off, but not quick enough—the fire in his eyes reignited.

“Like adults? Is that what you were going to say?” He scoffed. “I’mnot the one who tracked you down and pinned you to a door in the middle of the day.”

“Preston—”

“So, Rodney… Does he kiss as good as me?”

“How would I know? This is our first date.”

“Oh, so itisa date?”

“No.” I shook my head, praying for patience. “It was planned before you and I were?—”

“Fucking? About that—do you think he’d let you fuck him in front of two other men? If not, I say it’s a downgrade. But hey, maybe you got your kicks with a young guy and are done with me now.”

Before I even knew I was going to, I shoved a leg between Preston’s and ground my body up against his. My stiff cock was a testament to the fact that I definitely wasn’t done with him. And his thick hard-on was proof he wasn’t done with me.

I lowered my head to the crook of his neck and inhaled. “Does thatfeellike I’m done with you?”

Preston’s head fell back against the door as our bodies collided. I wrapped my free arm around his waist to haul him even closer, then kissed my way up to his ear.

“With the way I’m feeling, I’ll never be fucking done with you.”

I slammed my mouth down on his, and he didn’t resist or push me away. His tongue was as starved for a taste of me as mine was, and he clenched my shirt, holding me tight to him.

All the anger and fire we’d both been feeling poured out into the kiss, turning it into a frenzied meeting of the mouths that had me forgetting where I was. I could only focus on making him shut up long enough to understand he was the one I wanted, no matter what was rational.

With one arm still around his waist, I reached up to his jaw, angling it so I could suck on his tongue. An acerbic mouth like his shouldn’t taste so sweet, but it did, and I devoured him like I’d never get the chance again.

The hand he fisted in my shirt pushed me away suddenly, ripping our mouths apart.

We were both breathing heavy as his gaze darted past me to the other door.

“We can’t,” he said, straightening off the door and forcing me to take a step back. “Not here.”

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