Page 46 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

He smoothed his hands over Travis’s chest where his shimmering leopard-print shirt was unbuttoned.

“You know, I wasn’t sure I’d hear from you again after the welcome party.”

Ooh, shit.

Thatwas where I knew him from. He was the crop top guy who’d been glued to Travis on the dance floor that night, his leg twined around Travis’s like climbing ivy—not that I’d been looking.

“Been a little bit busy,” Travis told him. “But I’m all yours right now.”

I gripped the handle of my coffee mug a bit tighter as Crop Top moved in close to rock his hips against Travis’s.

“I can feel that,” he said, grinding a little harder. Travis thrust forward, a low growl rumbling out of him, and I…

…spilled my damn coffee all over my laptop.

“Fuck.”

Travis and his date’s heads whipped in my direction as I sprang up from my seat and grabbed the hoodie I’d tossed over the end of the table.

“Caleb?”

I vigorously wiped down my keyboard, hoping like hell the table was covering up my body’s inconvenient response to Travis.

“Caleb?” he said again, stopping on the other side of the table, and I glared at him.

“Who the hell else would it be?”

“Jesus, don’t bite my head off. I’m not the one who spilled your coffee.”

No, he wasn’t. But he was the reason I was hard right now, and for that, he could fuck right off.

“Hi, I’m Kirby.”

My eyes shifted over Travis’s broad shoulder to where Crop—Kirbystood smiling brightly. So brightly his teeth practically lit up the space.

“Hey.” I slammed my computer shut and scooped it up. “I was just leaving.”

“Now why would you want to do that?” Travis said. “The place is big enough for the three of us.”

I decided the best thing for me to do was get the hell out of there.I went to reach for the French press, but like Travis could read my mind, he went for it at the same time, and when our fingers touched, I immediately let it go.

“Stay.” His blue eyes held mine, daring me. But I wasn’t playing that game.

“Nah, it’s cool. I don’t want to get in the way.”

“Oh?” He glanced back at Kirby, who waggled his brows, then back to me. “What if wewantyou to get in the way?”

Okay, that was it. “Give me the press, Travis.”

“Oh, come on, Caleb.” He chuckled. “Hang out with us for a while.”

The invitation was innocent enough, but the slight tilt to his lips was anything but.

“How long you been studying?”

“Not long enough.” I held my hand out, gesturing to the French press. “But now I have to make more coffee.”

“What if I make the coffee? Would you stay then?”

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