Page 50 of Possessive Park Avenue Prince

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TWENTY

daire

GAVIN WAS UP to something.

I’d ignored it the first time, the day after he tried to kiss me, when he walked out of his room for his breakfast routine wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung pajama bottoms and not a damn thing else.

He never did that. Not one time since he’d moved in had he walked around the apartment half-naked. Gavin was always so buttoned up, and even though I’d obviously seen him in a pair of swim shorts, it was different now.

Now I noticed his lean but strong physique in an entirely new way. Or should I say my cock did. I’d had to move behind the goddamn counter so he wouldn’t see exactly what I thought of the way he was putting his body on display. No doubt he was pulling this shit because I hadn’t given in to temptation, something I should’ve gotten a fucking medal for. I knew my self-control was strong, but he’d been seriously testing my limits.

I didn’t know then it would only get worse.

The second day, Gavin walked out in only a pair of tight, tiny briefs that barely contained the morning wood threatening to burst out of it.

Fuck.Was he kidding with this shit?

Like he wasn’t desperately trying to get my attention, Gavin opened the refrigerator door and stood there, letting me get a good look at the interior light reflecting off his smooth, creamy skin and spotlighting the sharp, defined lines of his body. Particularly the deep V that practically begged for my tongue to trace it down over the outline of his impressive dick.

No. Not my tongue. Someone else’s tongue.But the thought of anyone else getting his mouth on Gavin had a surge of rage flooding my veins.

I cleared my throat and kept my tone bored and unaffected, even as my cock protested its confinement. “Trying to get a tan?”

When Gavin turned my way, his gaze traveled past me and he smirked. “Your coffee’s overflowing.”

What?I felt the sting of hot liquid reach my hand as it poured out of the mug and onto the counter. “Shit.”

I jerked my arm away and shut off the machine, realizing I must’ve hit the brew button twice during Gavin’s blatant display. Cursing, I reached for the towels hanging from the oven door, throwing one over the puddle on the counter and then kneeling to mop up the mess dripping down to the floor. It wasn’t enough to soak up the spilled coffee. “For fuck’s sake, bring me the?—”

Gavin stopped beside me, his hips so close to my face I could see the way his dick twitched under my stare.

If I was a better man, I’d close those few inches with my mouth and give him what we both wanted.

But I wasn’t. I wouldn’t.

Snatching the paper towel roll out of his hand, I forced myself to ignore him and clean up the mess. His knowing laugh as he sauntered back to his room haunted me the rest of the damn day.

The day after that, I’d forgone the coffee to avoid another run-in, since, if the pattern held, he’d probably just come outnaked. Luckily, he was fully dressed by the time we stepped into the elevator to head downstairs.

Not that it seemed to matter what he was or wasn’t wearing. Because Gavin didn’t move to the other side of the elevator as usual. Instead, he sidled up beside me, so close the entire side of his body was flush against mine.

“Do you mind?” I said.

“Not at all.”

It was annoying as shit that for some reason I didn’t mind him in my space either. I moved away, but he pressed up against me so I was trapped between him and the wall.

“Is there a reason you’re suddenly sticking to me like flies on shit?”

Gavin’s eyes widened a fraction, but then his lips curved into a grin.

“You really shouldn’t call yourself such horrible things, D.” The elevator door swooshed open, and he stepped out, calling back over his shoulder, “Even if it is accurate.”

I narrowed my eyes on his retreating back, and I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but I could’ve sworn he had a little more pep in his fucking step.

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