Page 109 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“I don’t know, you just seemed… It felt like something changed. That’s all.”Ormaybe I’d letmyselfget a little too caught up in what I was doing and was making up stories around what I thought I was seeing.

Hell, maybe Travis looked at everyone like that.

He sat up then, pulling the sheet over his lap as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“I mean, you’re not wrong.” He smirked and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Something pretty big has changed between us. I’m sitting here naked in front of you with bruises all over my body, thanks to you. Maybe that’s it.”

Maybe. But it felt like more than that, and his quick deflection told me that maybe he was feeling it too. Travis wasn’t exactly known for his heart-to-heart conversations, but in those few minutes I’d been taking those final photos, I felt like he’d said more in a look than he’d ever said aloud.

“You’re probably right.”

“Or maybe you started thinking about what the others are going to say—you know, subconsciously,” he said.

“Are you thinking about that?”

“I don’t really give a shit what they think. It’s none of their business. Never has been. But I know you worry about shit like that, so if you’d rather this stay here, you know, between us, I’m cool with that.”

My mind jumbled with everything running through it. One second I’d thought Travis was feeling something more for me than he ever had, and the next he was offering to keep me a secret?

Not wanting to read into it wrong and ruin what was one of the best weekends of my life, I reached for the sheet over his lap and wound it around my wrist, yanking it free.

“That’s fine with me. As long as it’s not an excuse for you to go and show this ‘work of art’”—I glanced at his impressive cock—“to anyone who will look.”

Travis got to his feet and walked over to where I sat, and I parted my legs, making room for him.

“As long asyouwant to look at it,” he said, spearing his hand in my hair and tilting my face up to his. “Then I’m not going to show it to another fucking soul. Count on it.”

There it was again. That same expression he’d had earlier, the one that made my pulse race.

“Travis…”

He put a finger to my lips then leaned down and replaced it with his mouth. “I don’t want anyone but you, and now that I have you, I’m not gonna fuck it up.”

My lips twitched under his. “So romantic.”

Travis nipped at the corner of my mouth. “Oh, you wanted romance?”

“No.” I snorted, and when he straightened to his full height, an idea popped into my head. I quickly got to my feet, not wanting the vision to vanish. “But there is one thing Idowant.”

“What’s that?”

With my camera in one hand, I took his in my other and started toward the bathroom. “Grab some jeans.”

“Jeans? What the?—”

I stopped and pulled him in until his cock rubbed up against my soft sweats. “Do you trust me?”

“Um…not really?”

I chuckled and reached down to swat him on the ass. “That’s probably smart. But grab the jeans anyway. There’s one last photo I want to take.”

THIRTY-FOUR

travis

HEAVEN HAD NOTHING on what was happening inside condo #4207. The weekend had been better than any dream or fantasy I’d ever had, and considering I had the imagination of a sexual deviant, that was saying something.

Every muscle in my body was deliciously sore, but considering my ass was feeling it the most, sitting was out of the question at the moment. Instead, I stood at the kitchen island, refueling with several bags of chips, alternating between barbecue, Cool Ranch Doritos, and salt and vinegar. Only the healthiest of options, obviously, but I needed the carbs.

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