Page 127 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

I went to kick him in the thigh, but he caught my foot and laughed.

“I always reserved my scowls foryou,” I said. “And my…sexy smoldersfor the camera.”

Caleb laughed even harder, his head falling back against the couch. “Pretty sure that’s the same thing.”

“It’s not, and you know it. My intention for the audience is to make them want to fuck me. My goal for you was to piss you off so you’d be thinking about me all night.”

“Well, it worked. Everyone wanted to fuck you, and I could never get you out of my head.” He trailed his fingers up the inside of my calf and then my inner thigh. “I still can’t.”

I tossed my sketchpad and pencil aside and grabbed Caleb’s arm, pulling him to my side of the couch to straddle me. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to touch him all the time. He was just as much of an enabler to my greedy ways, though, taking my hands and placing them on his ass.

The loose sweatpants he wore were thin enough I could feel that he wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs under them.

Dammit, I was trying to behave myself.It was an impossible ask.

As I kneaded the curves of his ass, he ran the pad of his thumb along my lips.

“Thank you,” he said. “This weekend was perfect.”

“Was?” I arched a brow. “It’s not over yet.”

“Well, no, but you’re going out?—”

“So are you.”

Caleb’s lower lip disappeared behind his teeth. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea after last time.”

“Of course it is. I’ll be there to make sure East doesn’t feed you tequila all night.”

“They’ll all think something’s up if youdon’tencourage East to get me fucked up.”

I rubbed my hands over his hips and down the front of his thighs. “You worry too much.”

“From what I heard, I tried to give someone a beatdown for dancing with you. You don’t think I’ll have a similar reaction if some guy’s all over you?”

I lifted my hips so my cock grazed the crease of his ass. “Jealousy looks so hot on you.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. Such a turn-on.”

Caleb narrowed his eyes and slowly moved up and down along my dick. “Then I guess I’ll see you on the dance floor. Find some stranger to rub his hands on my?—”

I shot up so fast I almost knocked him off me. “Over my dead fucking body.”

He smirked. “Thought so.”

“That was mean,” I grumbled, settling back down to rest my head against the arm of the couch. “No dancing with anyone.”

“You gonna abide by that rule too?”

“I can’t dance?”

Caleb angled his head, thinking it over. “You can with one of the others. Gavin, maybe.”

My brows shot up. “And have Daire literally crush me in his fist? I like being manhandled, but that’s where I draw the line.”

“Fine. Donovan, then.”

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