Page 110 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“Holy shit, I’m gonna need a caffeine drip,” Caleb said as he emerged from his room in a pair of sweatpants. He caged me in from behind, pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and then dropped his chin there to rest. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Trust me, I want your body too much to kill you.” Even now my cock hummed with a readiness should Caleb want another round. It was ridiculous. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to get enough. “Did you get the table ordered?”

“Yep. It’ll be delivered this week, and I emailed their house manager to give them a heads-up and tell them to keep quiet.”

I smirked, remembering the way we’d had to rig the leg so it wasn’t immediately obvious we’d broken the damn thing. The setup had looked decent enough, as long as no one used it.

Thank God our parents had decided on an early flight and hadn’t seemed to notice.

“You know,” I said, reaching inside one of the chip bags, “it’s lucky for you that you live in the Towers now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means”—I turned around to face him and tapped him on the lips with a Dorito—“since we both need to rejuvenate, we’re spending today at the spa.”

His teeth closed down on the chip. “The spa? Yeah, right.”

“It’s the best cure for a hangover.” I lifted my finger, still coated with a mix of seasonings, to trace those full, sexy lips that were still swollen from mine. “Especially asexhangover.”

Caleb’s eyes darkened and he grabbed my wrist, holding it still as he sucked my finger inside his mouth. My dick jerked beneath the pair of sweats I’d stolen from Caleb, sending my insides into a frenzy of need.

He swirled his tongue around my finger before letting it go with a pop. “You were saying?”

I blanked. “Sex?”

He chuckled again and grazed his mouth over mine. “Something about a bougie spa. I would’ve thought you’d hate the idea of someone else putting their hands on me.”

I growled. “Yeah, that’s not happening. You want a massage, I’ll oil you up myself.”

“Then why are we going anywhere?” His seductive tone turned my insides into a puddle of goddamn goo.

“That’s a good question.” I leaned in to nip at his lower lip, but Caleb smacked my ass and stepped back out of my reach.

“No, you’re probably right. We need some actual food if we’re gonna make it.”

“Ugh. I hate when I’m right.”

He snickered and reached past me to grab a handful of chips. “So what’s our story gonna be?”

“For what?”

“In case we run into the guys?”

“We won’t. It’s Sunday.”

“What, they don’t go to the spa on Sundays?”

“Nah.”

“Then what about tomorrow? You don’t think they’ll have questions?”

Oh, I had no doubt they planned on badgering the shit out of me. I’d already seen the missed calls and messages blowing up my phone, but I’d been too busy to care. The fact that none of them had banged on our door demanding to know what was going on was surprising, but welcome. I wouldn’t have answered for their asses anyway, not when mine had been so exquisitely occupied.

Caleb must’ve read my thoughts, because he licked his thumb and said, “Exactly.”

“So they’ll ask. We don’t have to tell them shit. I already told you that.”

“No? Have you seen your neck?”

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