Page 115 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

Lucky for me, she also brought out some food for us to taste.

After going over the different brews and handing us each a brochure with a pen to make notes, she left us to it, and Caleb raised his small glass to mine.

“Thank you,” he said when our eyes locked. “For being so thoughtful.”

“And?”

“And for your sacrifice,” he teased.

“I was thinking more like ‘thank you for blowing my mind and my?—’”

Caleb reached over the table and clamped his hand over my mouth.

I raised a brow, and his lips quirked.

“Thanks for that too.”

As he dropped his hand and leaned back, I brushed my knee against the inside of his thigh. “Anytime. And I do meananytime.”

“I’ll consider taking you up on that.”

“Consider?” I rubbed my chest. “Ugh, that hurts.”

He took a sip of his beer. “Mmm, that’s good. You might even like that one.”

“Doubtful.” I flipped the brochure to check the name of this one, since those at least kept things amusing. “Down Boy?”

“No way. That’s what it’s called?” Caleb glanced down at the description and chuckled. “Think our host is trying to send a message?”

“I mean, that’s not gonna be possible around you.” I set the glass aside and picked up another. “What’s this one?”

Caleb took one look and choked on his beer. He grabbed a napkin off the dispenser and wiped at his mouth as I looked at what caused that reaction.

“Holy shit.Bumfuckery? Now that’s a sign if I ever saw one.” I swallowed down a big gulp and managed not to cringe. How could I with a name like that?

“If I remember right, you gave me a lot of shit for drinking beers with ‘pretty labels.’ Having a change of heart?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I pushed the tasting glass his way. “Go on. Try someBumfuckery, Caleb. Tell me how much you love it.”

He shook his head as he brought the beer to his lips and swallowed. And swallowed some more. He drained the rest of the brew and, when he set the glass back down, ran his tongue over his lips in a way that was fucking indecent for our location.

“Can’t get enough?” I said. “Need moreBumfuckeryin your life, Caleb?”

His eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled and rubbed his leg against mine under the table. “You know what? Maybe I do.”

His words jolted my chest like an electric paddle, but I tried not to let it show on my face. I didn’t need to get my hopes up any more than they already were.

We’re just hanging out. Getting to know each other again without throwing barbs constantly.

If this was just sex… I could live with that. Exclusive sex. Sex where no one else touched him or knew what he sounded like when he moaned.

That would be enough. Right?

I trapped his wandering leg with both of mine and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You should. It’s my birthday. Anything I say goes.” Caleb scooped up a loaded potato skin, dipped it in ranch, and took a bite.

“Anything?”

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