Page 87 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“If I could have danced with you at the club like this tonight, I would have. There’d have been no one else. You know that.”

Caleb nodded, but then took a step back, and for a moment I thought he was going to walk away—until his hands went to the bottom of his shirt and he started to unbutton.

Oh shit.

“Nowyou decide to get naked,” I said, trying to keep my tone light and teasing even as my pulse kicked up a few notches. “East will be so disappointed.”

“Fuck East.”

“Never have, never will.” I cocked my head to the side, admiring all the delicious skin he revealed button by button. “But you? I’d love to fuck with you.”

An approving smile spread across Caleb’s lips as he backed away from me.

“Going somewhere?”

He tripped over the edge of the chair, but quickly caught himself and continued in the direction of…my room.

Either his internal compass was all out of whack, or he was thinking I enjoyed drunk, not-all-in-their-right-mind men in my bedroom. Did I want him there? Fuck yes. Was I going to take advantage when he couldn’t even walk in a straight line? Absolutely not.

“Even your room smells good.” He groaned. “Why is everything about you so hot? I hate it.”

“You don’t hate it,” I said, stopping by the bed. “You like it too much, and that scares you.”

Caleb seemed to think that over and then slowly began to nod. “You’ve always wanted this. Me?” He shrugged out of his shirt and balled it up in his hands.

In the dark, I could barely see his gorgeous body, and I reached down to flip on the lamp. The low amber light illuminated his broad shoulders and that sexy chest I wanted to run my hands across.

Cursing the tequila for being a damn cockblock, I gripped the back of my neck so I didn’t reach out for Caleb and take things further than they needed to go.

“You have no fucking idea.”

He threw his shirt at me and spread his hands wide. “Well, tonight you can have him.”

“You or Don Julio?”

“Who’s Donullio?”

I bit back a laugh, because as comical as drunk Caleb was, he was in my room, stripping out of his clothes, and I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.

My dick was in full riot mode.

“C’mere.” He crooked his finger, but I shook my head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” He fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, and it took him a couple tries to get them open.

“Because you’re drunk.”And I apparently have morals when it comes to you.

“Am not,” he said, trying to kick off his shoe. “I’m still standing, aren’t I?”

They were famous last words, because as soon as he managed to get one shoe off, he fell face-first onto my mattress.

A muffled “Oops” followed by “Mmm, smells good” was all I heard as he lay there, not bothering to lift himself up.

That was the problem with my bed—guys fell into it and never wanted to leave. I always thought it had more to do with me, but considering I wasn’t lying there with Caleb, it was probably the fact that it felt like a cloud.

“You okay?” I crouched down beside the bed to be at his eye level, though his were currently shut. “Caleb?”

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