Page 105 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

But I wasn’t.Hewas looking at me, and this was what he’d seen, captured, and kept…for himself.

“What were you thinking about when you took this?” I stopped by the edge of the bed and turned the book around to show him the photo. “Because I don’t think it was how much you hate me.”

Caleb looked up at me, a stubborn set to his extremely kissable lips.

“No answer?”

“Give it back.”

I looked back to the photo. “You wanna know what I think?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.” I grinned and handed over the book, but kept it open. “I think you took this so you could look at it every night before you went to bed and imagine kissing me.”

“You think so, huh?”

I put a knee to the bed, aware of how it showed off my hard-on as I lowered onto it, directly opposite him. “Hell, maybe you did kiss it. I can imagine that. You lying here in bed, book open to my face, getting yourself off while you kiss my gorgeous image.”

“Oh my God.” Caleb rolled his eyes. “Could you be more full of yourself?”

“Well, it’s hard not to be when I just found your stalker album, and you’re sitting there tenting the sheet like we’re going to go play under it any moment now.” I glanced down to where his dick was upright between his legs. “Want me to bring my stick?”

“Oh, you want to talk stalking, huh? You trying to tell me you didn’t do the same to all the photos on my social media?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you can’t prove it, can you?”

“No? So those likes I got every so often were accidental?”

“What likes?” I’d been careful not to hitthatbutton.

“The ones you accidentally hit when you’d scroll through. You know, to obsess over what I was doing.” Caleb gave me a shit-eating grin. “Busted.”

“Okay, pot, seems you were just as interested in what this kettle was doing.” I took back the scrapbook, and when he reached for it, I jerked away.

“Wait, wouldn’t I be the kettle and you’d be the pot?”

“Does it matter? Seems like we were both doing the same thing.”

Caleb took advantage of my distraction, reaching for the album again with such a surprise attack that we both fell back onto the bed. He scrambled to pull it from my arms, and I laughed at how pink his cheeks still were.

“Is there something especially naughty in there you don’t want me to see?”

He licked his lips as he took in my stretched-out body and settled on my dick. “I mean…not yet.”

“Yet? Are you trying to tell me you want to take naked photos of me? ’Cause I gotta say, I’d be into it.”

“You would, huh? Why does that not surprise me?”

“Because you know me.” I arched a brow at his stalker album. “And you apparently watch me enough to know I’ve never met a camera I didn’t like. Especially yours.”

Caleb set the scrapbook on the floor beside the bed and turned back to me, lying on his side to match my pose.

God, I liked looking at him. He hadn’t even bothered pulling a sheet over himself, giving me a full, unabashed view of him. I wondered how many freckles I’d find on this side of his body and decided I’d make it my mission to find out.

“I told you,” he said, meeting my eyes. “I never forgot.”

“But youhatedme.”

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