Page 63 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

Caleb frowned but, bless his confused heart, tossed it at me. “You get it dirty, you wash it.”

Or sleep with it under my pillow for the rest of my life.“Deal.”

I gripped the material in one hand as I continued to pump my dick nice and slow, feasting on the body I’d fantasized about more than I could possibly remember as Caleb stood in front of me topless. He was more built than I remembered, the muscles of his chest more defined but still not bulky. His skin was smooth, with a light dusting of hair that darkened in a teasing trail from his navel down into his jeans.

“Damn, Caleb.”

“What?” He was so fucking oblivious when it came to his appeal. He could have anyone he wanted—I should know, I’d watched them throw themselves at him for years—but he just stayed under the radar. The quiet, good guy with the heart of gold.

But it was time to see if I could make the quiet guy get a little loud.

“That was a compliment.” I licked my lips. “I’m not the only one who’s changed since that night.”

“I don’t look any different.”

“You look fucking ripped. I want to run my tongue over your abs.”

Caleb’s eyes widened, and I chuckled.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my tongue to myself for now.”

Caleb reached down and ran the heel of his palm down his agitated cock.

“But tell me, did you like it when I put it in your mouth?”

“Jesus, Travis.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He took in a deep breath. “I didn’t hate it.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” And if he kept looking at me like that, we’d get there really fucking quick. “Do you want to do it again?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“So yes.”

“IsaidI wasn’t answering that.”

“Okay, fine. When did you start thinking about this again?”

“This?”

I tightened my fingers around my cock. “You really want me to say it? Because I will.”

“No, I—” Caleb sat in the clubman chair behind him. “The night you brought Crop Top—Kirbyhome.”

So that night hadn’t just been frustrating for me. Good to know.

“Want to know a secret?”

Caleb rubbed a hand over his face and blew out a breath. “Probably not.”

“I didn’t fuck him.”

Suspicion clouded Caleb’s eyes, but also a hint of satisfaction. “Why not?”

I squeezed myself a little harder at his question. “Because he wasn’t the one I wanted. Kind of like Bronwyn wasn’t the oneyouwanted.”

---