Page 120 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“If it involves me in a pair of handcuffs and you doing dirty naked things to my body? Then yes, you definitely have to convince me.”

I pulled him back into my side and kissed the top of his head. “Trouble.”

“You know it.”

“I do. But I wanted to let you know how things went with Rafferty.”

Donovan grimaced. “Uh oh. Was he mad? Do I need to go into hiding for stealing his ‘bigthing’ right out from under his nose?”

“Actually, he was pretty good about it. Said that he could tell by my expression when he was explaining I had to be with other men that my heart wasn’t really in it. And how could he expect my cock to bein itif my head wasn’t? His words, not mine.”

“Wise words.”

“Truewords.” I took a sip of my drink and then placed it on the small table beside me, doing the same with Donovan’s. “I don’t know what spell you cast over me, but since the moment I saw you, I’ll be damned if I can see anyone else.”

Donovan shifted on the couch, moving over to straddle my lap. He took my face between his hands. “I feel the same way.”

I nipped at his lower lip as I ran my hands up and down his back. “He did say, though, if we ever want to come back and visit, we couldbothwear masks.”

Donovan started to laugh. “Um, I’m pretty sure they’d still be able to tell it’s you. You’re prettyhardto miss.”

“What are you trying to say? That people weren’t tuning in to look at my pretty face?”

“Let’s just say Travis would be able to tell who you were in a cock lineup before he would anactuallineup. So you could cover your head, just not the head on your shoulders if you’re trying for a disguise.”

“Duly noted.” I gripped his hips and tugged him closer. Donovan tipped his head back, and I moved in to lick a path up his neck to his ear.

He wrapped his arms around me, and before I knew it, he’d pulled my hair tie free. “Fuck, I love your hair.”

He tilted my head back, then leaned down and sucked on my lower lip. I could feel his erection hard and thick through his pants as he ground it against mine.

“Jesus, Donovan. I was supposed to be feeding you dinner.”

He kissed his way up to my ear. “Oh, don’t worry, I plan to eat.”

Fuckin’ hell.I’d always loved sex, had never held back or been shy about going after what I wanted. But with Donovan, it was so much more than that. It was how we’d first connected, first met, and that connection had intensified to the point where I felt he was part of my very being.

I slipped my hands up his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, then took his mouth in a fevered kiss. A soft moan fell from his lips as I slipped my tongue inside for a taste, and when his fingers tightened in my hair, I reached for the button of his jeans.

To hell with dinner. It could wait. I wanted him naked, and I wanted it now.

I ripped my mouth free and palmed his stiff dick. “Take these off.”

“Yes, sir.” He backed up off my lap and unzipped his jeans. As he kicked out of his shoes and socks and tugged them down, I did the same.

I raised my hips off the couch as he hooked his thumbs into his black boxer briefs, and just as we were about to lose the rest of our clothes—

“Kelly, you’re out of milk.”

The unexpected announcement from Corey had me cursing as both our heads jerked in his direction.

He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, holding up the milk jug that clearly had a couple of cups still in it, not bothered in the least that he’d interrupted a private moment.

“Corey, what the fuck, man?”

“What? You wanted to know when you ran out of stuff, and I’m about to use this, so…you’re running out.”

Above me, Donovan was still frozen, watching the exchange. “Uh, what’s happening right now?”

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