Page 36 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

I peered into each lecture hall I passed, looking for a glimpse of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy, and finally I spotted him at a lectern in one of the larger halls. I slipped inside behind a straggler and took a seat in the back row like I belonged there.

Would King kick me out once he saw me? Most likely. But not before I got a chance to ogle him and make sure he noticed me.

All around, students pulled out their laptops and set up quicker than I’d seen in any other class. For good reason, too. King used to sniff out those who weren’t paying attention and lock them out of the room.

Shit, now I was thinking about locked rooms…and certain someones in locked rooms…

King’s voice boomed off the walls, so commanding there was no need for a microphone in the vast hall. It certainly mademesit up a little straighter, mostly to get a better view of him.

Most of the time when I’d seen him, he wore a suit, but occasionally he’d switch it up, like today. A pair of dark jeans made his legs look a mile long, and he wore a russet cable-knit cashmere sweater that hugged his muscled physique in a way that should’ve had every person in this room drooling. Jesus, had his arms always been that big? I’d noticed King was attractive before, and now that I’d gotten a glimpse, I was dying to see what he looked like without any of that shit on.

The sound of everyone starting to type around me was a low hum in the background as King’s gaze swept across the room, and when it passed over me, he did a subtle double take.

My mouth curled up on one side as we locked eyes, and even though he didn’t miss a beat of his lecture, those dark depths sparked.

With interest? Maybe remembering something he shouldn’t be?

I tugged at my pants beneath the desk, and my heart began pumping just a little faster.Any second now he was going to ask me to leave. He’d call me by my first name, tell me I was loitering in the wrong class, and send me on my way.

Any time now…

King held my gaze, arched his brow ever so slightly, and then continued perusing the rest of his captive audience.

Interesting…

I licked my lips and found myself inching down in my seat, suddenly warm all over in the aftermath of King’s attention. Time passed by in a haze after that—asexhaze. King continued to be his usual professional self, of course, but allIcould thinkabout was the way he’d stood from that mighty, throne-like chair when Zac drove into me. And the sure way he’d walked down from that dais and revealed a cock I was still dying to suck?—

“Dude, you gonna move? I’d like to leave sometime this year.”

I turned to the plebeian beside me who’d dared question me, and as I got to my feet, he backed up a step.“What did you just say to me?”

Whether it was my tone or the recognition ofwhoexactly he’d just being a douchebag to, the guy held up a hand.

“Sorry, East, um, I didn’t realize that was you. I didn’t know you were in this class.”

There, that was better. The respect my name deserved.

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you?—”

“Mr. Easton.” King’s stern voice interrupted a question he’d definitely not want me to answer. I turned to see him making his way up the stairs, and all my irritation vanished.

Fuck he was hot. In clothes. Out of clothes. Pants unzipped. Cock in hand.

“Mr. Easton?”

Shit. Did he ask me something?“Could you please repeat that?”

“Move aside. Kenny needs to get to his next class.”

Oh right, Kenny. I’d forgotten he was there.I let out a sigh and moved out of the row so Kenny could pass by, and once he exited the lecture hall, King brought his eyes back to me.

“What are you doing here, James?”

I shrugged. “Furthering my education.”

“Really?”

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