Page 4 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“You should be.”

“I’m not. Especially when you lose those.”

Shit, he wanted me out of my pants too? Did he hear himself right now?

I wasn’t about to complain, so I tore off my pants and tossed them up in the air with a flick of my wrist.

Tequila really did make Caleb fun.

“Just remember you asked for this,” I said, sliding across the room to join him. My dick had already started to perk up a little watching Caleb’s hot ass, but at least the tails of my shirt hung low enough to cover it. Then again, I wasn’t exactly shy about my sexuality. I liked sex, and a lot of it, and everyone knew I was weak for a gorgeous guy.

But this was Caleb. He didn’t need to know I was packing a semi for him.

“I made it to here.” He toed an imaginary line over the spot he’d landed before backing away to watch me.

“You’re making it too easy,” I taunted him, moving behind the wall and readying myself.

“One, two?—”

I propelled myself before he hit three, gliding several feet before shit turned sideways and I stacked it. My arms windmilled as I tried to catch myself, but I slammed into Caleb anyway, knocking him on his ass.

We tumbled down on top of Mom’s Persian rug—the one that cost more than most houses—and laughed like two lunatics, the alcohol dulling the pain we’d no doubt feel tomorrow as we rolled to our backs.

“Idiot.” Caleb shoved me in the shoulder. “You were supposed to wait till I counted to three.”

“’Cause that would’ve stopped me from running into your ass.”

“Well, you didn’t run into myass. Let’s not get carried away.”

If only my cock would get that message. But with us flat on our backs now, arms and legs touching, it was nearly explodingin excitement. I needed to think about something else,anythingelse, other than the fact that Caleb was lying beside me in nothing more than a shirt and boxer briefs.

“You think we’ll still do stupid shit like this when we go away to college?”

Caleb snorted. “Random much?”

It was, but I needed to get my mind off him and onto something other than his dick. So college it was.

“Just answer the question.”

“Will we slide around our apartment like Tom Cruise?”

I turned my head to look at him, a grin on my face. “Ourapartment?”

“Well, yeah, we’re gonna be roomies, right? Parents said they’d pay for a place.”

They had said that, but I wasn’t sure Caleb would be down for it, considering the way I planned to run wild once we were free. He was a quieter soul than I was—except when he drank tequila—but if he would have me, then I planned to take him up on the offer.

“Duh.” I looked ahead, out the floor-to-ceiling windows that had a stunning view of Central Park. “You think it’ll be some place like this?”

“Apenthouse?”

I looked back to see Caleb’s wide eyes. “I mean, maybe not a penthouse, but Mom and Dick aren’t gonna make us stay in the dorms.”

A low chuckle that made my stomach flip and my cock throb vibrated out of Caleb.

“You’re such a snob.”

“Am not.”

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