Page 55 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

His warm breath against my skin made a shiver race up my spine, and while I’d usually push back against such an order, I wasn’t going to risk missing out on my turn under that powerful body.

“Yes,King.”

His lips twitched as he straightened to his full, glorious height, his eyes roaming over us. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said, mostly to himself, then he turned and called over his shoulder, “Follow me.”

Hell, I probably would’ve crawled after him if he’d told me to, and not a single person would blame me. The man looked as phenomenal from behind as he did the front. All those muscles rippling across his broad back, and his ass?Fuck me.It was so round and tight I wanted to take a bite out of it.

Or better yet, get on my knees and worship it.

“Pinch me,” Zac said under his breath, his eyes roaming over the sex god who had just walked past the comfy couches and disappeared out of sight.

“Pinch you? Pretty sure he’s gonna fuck you. Wouldn’t you rather that?”

Zac’s hand immediately moved to his dick, and we hurried after King. Seemed I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want miss out on what was about to come next.

Namelyus.

We stepped through an archway that opened up to a grand dining room that, like the main living space, boasted floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened to let the salty sea breeze in.

A view like that would be difficult to top under normal circumstances. But neither one of us was looking out at the ocean. The first thing that caughtourattention was the eightseats flanking either side of an Empire-style double pedestal dining table—and King, who stood at the head of it.

“Zac? Come over here.”

Like a man in a trance, Zac immediately crossed to where King stood. I went to follow.

“You. Stay.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but his arched brow had me shutting it.

Oh, right, I was supposed to be doing what I was told.

Once he seemed satisfied I wasn’t going anywhere, King returned his attention to Zac, who stood beside him at the head of the table.

“You have a beautiful body,” King said in that growly voice, and it didn’t even matter that he wasn’t talking about mine—my cock kicked as though he was.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I do.” King placed his hand on Zac’s chest, and I heard his gasp. “Your heart’s racing. Are you nervous?”

Zac—who had never had a shy bone in his body when it came to sex with me—shook his head. “Excited.”

“Good. I like that.” King smoothed his hand down Zac’s abs and teased the light dusting of hair that led to his dick.

“Ah,shit…” Zac reached for King’s arm as he swayed a little. Poor guy would probably faint when King finally touched his cock.

“Hmm,” King said as he looked to the table, then back to Zac. “Maybe we should get you off your feet.”

Oh my God,yes. Please do what I think you’re about to do.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” King ran his fingers over the shiny wooden surface. “Right up here on the table.”

Zac’s shoulders lifted with a sharp gulp of air before he shifted up onto the table and King moved in front of him to place a hand on his knee.

“Yes. That’s going to work well. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

King strode over to me. Hell yes, it was my turn. I stroked my hard-on as King approached, wondering where he was going to putme.

“James.”

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