Page 74 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

East was right. We’d been giving over a lot of information these past few days, and I was positive King knew even more. It wouldn’t hurt for him to be in the dark on this. It wasn’t like we could hide the reaction our bodies had just looking at his.

And that was enough.

TWENTY-EIGHT

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I HAD TO admit, King was a consummate host. I hadn’t lacked for anything on this trip, down to the fresh seafood towers his chef prepared and the luxury toiletries that were somehow personalized to my tastes in my en suite.

Take that, West, with your shitty Hamptons accommodations.

Okay, maybe the Hamptons weren’t exactly low class, but a trip with the dean certainly was.

And none of that beat out a private island with King.

“You two up for a midnight stroll?” In a pair of loose cream linen pants and a matching top, King looked entirely at ease here in a way he never did in the city. There he was all tailored suits—fashionable, but uptight. Here he rarely even wore clothes, something I was a fan of. Even as hot as he looked right then, he was still wearing far too much.

“Definitely,” Zac said, setting his drink aside and getting to his feet.

“You’re both wearing too much for a naked stroll on the beach.” I pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it across a chair before joining them out on the patio.

“He didn’t say a naked stroll, but figures that’s where your mind went,” Zac said.

“Can you blame me? This should be a no-clothes-allowed week.”

“I try to avoid putting my staff in uncomfortable situations when they’re here,” King said, but then reached for the neck of his shirt and pulled it off. “But since they’re gone for the night…”

Hell yes,I thought as all that delicious skin came into view. “Much better. You’re seriously fucking hot, you know that?”

“I do.” King shot me a wink. All that confidence was well earned, and I appreciated the fact that he knew how sexy he was. He would have to be an idiot not to, and King was no fool. Only one of the many reasons I was attracted to him.

Zac took one look at the both of us and, to my satisfaction, got rid of his shirt as well before we all headed down toward the beach.

“Is it still considered a midnight stroll if it’s eleven p.m.?” I said.

Zac snorted and shook his head. “So literal. I think he meant—” His words cut off at the long line of tiki torches illuminating a path toward the beach.

Wait, no, not toward the beach itself, but to a huge blanket setup with pillows along the shore.

“Wow,” Zac said softly. “This is?—”

“A little too romantic for what I had in mind,” I said, looking at the two beside me. “I’m all for a naked stroll and maybe a frolic in the sea, but a midnight picnic under the stars?”

The idea sent a shiver up my spine, but where I’d usually find myself wanting to gag, my heart beat a little faster.

“Relax,” King said. “I don’t expect you to sit here and point out the constellations with me.”

I swallowed and glanced back at the setup. “That’s what it looks like to me.”

“Then you’re looking at it all wrong. I don’t want to search for the stars with you.” King leaned over and put his lips by my ear. “I’m gonna make you see them.”

He nipped at my lobe, and electricity shot straight to my cock, then he turned to Zac.

“He wanted a naked midnight stroll. Who am I to deny that? Strip him.”

King walked off, leaving us staring after him, until Zac turned and reached for the drawstring of my shorts.

“You know, he’s really getting off on this whole shock and order schtick he’s got going on,” I mused as Zac slipped his fingers inside my shorts and shoved them down.

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