Page 98 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

CALEB HAD MADE a valiant effort, I’d give him that. The slip-up about waking up in a stranger’s bed had been entertaining, but of course he hadn’t caught shit in the way I would have if it came out of my mouth.

Didn’t matter. He was looking at me like he wanted to take me right here on the table and?—

Oh fuck.How could I make him take me on the table?

Too far, Travis, too far.

But I’d seen the way his nose flared when I mentioned taking very good care of him tonight, and if that was what he wanted, then hell yeah I could make it happen.

Our parents took their sweet-ass time grabbing their things, and I held my breath—and Caleb’s stare—until they were in the elevator.

The second I heard them start to descend, I made my move, but Caleb beat me to it, the impatient, gorgeous fucker. Then again, I’d stroked his dick to life, getting him hot and ready just to tease his ass, but having the place to ourselves was working in my favor.

Caleb was on his feet and reaching across the table for me before I could move. He grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me in only inches from his face.

“You’re such an asshole,” he said, just before his mouth crashed down on mine.

I hadn’t realized how starved I’d been for another taste of him until now. It was a dangerous craving, one so all-consuming I didn’t let myself think too hard about it. I held his head between my palms as I stood up to meet him, and then thrust my tongue inside, claiming him once again.

God, the way he attacked me right back, no hesitation, just a desperate, head-spinning kiss that matched my own, made my entire body come alive.

I speared my fingers through his hair, angling his head so I could kiss along his neck. “I told you it’d be harder than you thought.”

“How the fuck did you do it all this time?”

“No choice. You didn’t want me like that.”

Caleb groaned as I sucked the sensitive skin beneath his ear. “I want you now.”

The fact that my cock didn’t punch through my pants at that was a goddamn miracle. The restraint that had been holding me back snapped like a twig, and I ripped my mouth away to shove everything in front of us off the table. Caleb’s eyes widened as plates and utensils went flying, clattering to the floor.

“By now, you better mean right fucking now.” I reached for the back collar of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

He cursed, his ravenous stare trailing my body as I tossed the shirt. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths. “They might come back.”

“Then we’ll tell ’em we had a food fight.” I flicked open the button of my pants. “You scared?”

Caleb licked his lips and removed his shirt, giving me the view I would’ve begged for in about five more seconds. “That’s not the word for what I’m feeling right now.”

“No? Hmm, let’s see.” I jerked my zipper down. “I heard you’ve got a fever. My diagnosis is that it’s because you’re seriously fucking hot for me.”

“Oh yeah? And what do you plan to do about it?”

“First we need to get you out of those clothes.”

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than he shoved his jeans down his hips. A wet mark smeared the front of his boxer briefs where his dick tented the material, and now he knew exactly how it felt to sit across from him at one of these dinners.

Torture. Pure fucking torture.

I rounded the table, moving directly in front of him as he turned to face me. “Ah, yes. I can see exactly what you need.” Sliding my hands inside his briefs, I lowered them, and once they were past his ass, he surprised me by hopping up to sit on the table.

“Keep going.”

He didn’t have to ask twice, because I didn’t plan to stop—not until he reached his limit, because with Caleb, I wasn’t sureIever would.

I continued to drag his briefs down his legs, and when I was eye level with his cock, I licked the bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

Caleb white-knuckled the edge of the table and cursed.

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