Page 47 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“Yeah,” Kirby chimed in, not knowing the mine field he’d just ventured into. “Don’t let us run you off.”

This was getting ridiculous. But I finally caved, figuring it was the easiest way. I could stay over here, away from them, then maybe Travis would leave me alone.

“Fine, whatever. But I need to work.”

“We won’t get in your way.” Travis drew a lazy cross over his heart. “Promise.”

Like I believed that. But there was no going back now, so I put my computer on the table and made my way into the kitchen, hoping they would leave me alone.

“Hey, Kirby?” Travis said. “Why don’t you go find us something to watch? I’ll be there in a second.”

“Okay.”

After a quick kiss to his lips, Kirby all but skipped back to the couch, and I rolled my eyes. It was clear Lady Luck wasn’t on my side tonight as Travis followed me into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, relaxed in leather pants that fit him in all the right places.

Something I never would’ve paid attention to before tonight, this very moment, when my dick seemed to have a mind of its own.

I wanted to strangle him.

“Need any help?”

“No.” I grabbed the coffee beans out of the cabinet and poured some into the grinder before plugging it back in.

“Okay. Well, could you make me one, then?”

I looked over my shoulder, and when he grinned, I scowled.

“Is that a no?”

Instead of answering, I pressed the button on the grinder and let the loud whirring answer for me.

“Fine. I know when I’m not wanted… Which, by the way, isn’t anywhere in this house tonight. Jeans feeling a little tighter than usual, Caleb?”

Of course he’d noticed—he had a radar for that kind of shit. “Why don’t you go back to yourdate?”

“Oh, I am.” Travis pushed off the counter and walked over, not stopping until his front brushed against my back. “But you might want to grab a mug with a top this time. I’d hate you to see something that had you spilling your coffee again.”

He chuckled as he walked out of the kitchen, and I cursed my stupid cock.

God, he was such an agitator. Totally got off on it. He couldn’t even give up the chance to get one up on me when he had a sure thing waiting for him on the couch.

I would give it ten minutes. Hell, maybe five. Then I was out.

Back at the table, I opened my computer and made sure to keep my eyes glued to the screen and not on the pair practically sitting on top of each other in the other part of the room. Several pages in and the sound of the TV was no longer hiding the sounds of Kirby, as Travis did God knew what to him on the couch.

But I wasn’t going to look. That was what Traviswanted.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was the reason he’d brought Kirby back here in the first place. Travis didn’t usually invite guys back to his bed. He was more a “sneak out the next morning” kind of guy. So it was hard not to think that this little show was for my benefit. To show me what a hotshot player he was.

Newsflash, asshole, I already knew that.

But that didn’t mean I wanted to sit here and watch. It wasn’t that I was a prude, but I was trying to fucking work over here, and they were getting progressively louder.

I shifted in my seat, trying to focus on the work in front of me andnotthe ache between my legs, but my eyes kept losing track of where I was. Then Kirby moaned and I was done. I wasn’t going to sit here and listen to them have sex several feet away from me.

As quietly as I could, I closed my laptop and glanced over at the couch to make sure I hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention.

Thatwas a mistake.

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