Page 112 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Chest heaving, and with kiss-swollen lips and glazed eyes, Donovan was the picture of lust, and just looking at him had my stomach doing somersaults.

“I want to show you something.” He leaned in, catching my lower lip between his teeth and then sucking it inside his mouth. When he let it go with apopand stepped back, I groaned.

“Fuck, now? Where you goin’, cock-tease?” Still leaning against the door, I stroked my straining erection, but when that did nothing to relieve the ache, I reluctantly straightened and followed Donovan through the door he’d disappeared through.

“You won’t be calling me that when you see what’s in here.”

I stepped into a huge walk-in closet, bigger than my bedroom, and my jaw hit the floor. Rows of shirts, pants, jackets, and suits were evenly spaced along the racks, but it was the gorgeous man in the back corner, and what he stood next to, that had my attention.

Jesus, I couldn’t believe anyone in New York evenhada walk-in closet, let alone one big enough for the massive black leather trunk that came up to my chest.

“Not really in the mood to see your shoe collection,” I said, letting him see the way I ran my hand over where I’d rather him focus his attention.

“You’ll enjoythis.” Donovan began to spin numbers on a combination lock. When I lifted a brow, he explained, “My friends are too nosy.”

When the latches clicked, he pulled the trunk open, and a display of several different cuffs, blindfolds, and other restraints hanging along the red velvet lining on one side came into view.

Nowthathad my attention. I could imagine using them on Donovan. Or him using them on me.

My cock throbbed as he began to open drawers lined in the red velvet, and when I looked inside, my eyes widened at the impressive collection of toys.

Holy shit.My guy was a kinky fucker, and nothing could’ve pleased me more.

Inside the drawers, there were gleaming silver cock rings nestled in satin, with butt plugs and vibrators laid out beside them from smallest to largest. Glass anal beads, docking sleeves. Double-penetration dildos. Prostate massagers. Several items I wasn’t familiar with but definitely curious about. And one drawer full of different varieties of lube.

It was stimulation overload in the best way, and I wasn’t sure where to look first.

“Aren’tyoua delicious surprise?” I said, wrapping my arm around his waist. I ground against Donovan’s ass as I admired the toys on display. “The Museum of Sex gift shop has nothing on your stash.”

He chuckled, tilting his head in an invitation to suck on all that sweet, smooth skin below his ear, and I took full advantage, lowering my mouth to plant searing kisses along his neck.“I take it you want to play?”

An unrestrained growl rumbled through my chest as I nipped his skin. “Fuck yes, I do.”

A glint of something sparkling caught my eye, and I reached into the drawer and pulled out the diamond butt plug he had worn for our first scene.

“Look familiar?”

“God, I already wanted you so much.” I tightened my hold on his waist. “And then you bent over that chaise and I saw this deep in your ass, a surprise you’d worn just for me. I almost lost it right then.”

Donovan turned his head to look up at me, an impish look in his eyes. “I figured if I was going to get one night with you, I would make you remember me.”

“Rememberyou? That just sealed the deal that I had tohaveyou.”

He lifted the plug out of my hand and placed it back in the drawer. “If you don’t hurry up and choose something, I’m afraid we might not make it out of this closet. And I really”—he kissed my lips—“really”—another kiss—“want to take my time with you tonight.Allnight.”

The promise of hours of uninterrupted time with a very naked Donovan had me grabbing the first thing I could reach and hightailing it out of his closet and into the bedroom.

His answering laugh echoed as he followed me out, carrying one of the many bottles of lube he had on hand.

“That particular toy will get us started,” he said, tossing the lube onto the bed before stripping out of his shirt. “We can always go back for more as the night goes on if you’d like.”

It didn’t matter how many times I saw the sheer perfection of his body, of all those lean, sculpted muscles, it was a shock to my system every time. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him, but now I knew the person he was inside was somehow even more extraordinary.

And this man…he was mine.

With his jeans riding low on his hips and a very prominent bulge just dying to be released, Donovan lit a couple of candles on his dresser before striding over to the windows. He pulled the curtains shut, blocking out the breathtaking view of the city and pitching the room into a warm, low light.

Who the hell needed to look at Manhattan when Donovan Truitt was standing in front of me teasing the button of his jeans?

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