Page 122 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

2 MONTHS LATER

I SWUNG THE door to my condo open before Kelly could knock, fisted my hand in his shirt, and hauled him in for a welcome-back kiss. He’d been gone four long days, doing an ad shoot in the Caribbean, but it was like no time had passed at all. His skin was warmer, and I could almost smell the salt from the beach in his hair, and none of that made me at all jealous that I’d had to stay here for a jam-packed week at Astor. Really.

“Now that’s a greeting,” Kelly murmured against my lips, walking me inside and kicking the door shut behind him. “Miss me?”

“Not at all.” I’d never be able to hide my grin even if I wanted to, and why would I? He was all mine.

His skin was a shade darker than it had been when he’d left, and as I ran my hands down his arms, I found myself biting down on my lip. “I can’t wait to trace whatever tan lines you’ve got goin’ on with my tongue.”

“Why wait?” He lowered his head back down to mine, just as an unwanted voice filled the air.

“Oh, for God’s sake, can you not?”

I didn’t take my lips off Kelly’s as I waved Gavin off. “Go to your room, Gav.”

“How about you twogeta room,” he grumbled, walking past us to the kitchen. “Somewhere I can’t hear you through the walls would be great.”

“Your room isn’t even near mine.”

Gavin grabbed a container out of the fridge and tossed it on the counter with a loudsmack. “No. It’s not. That’s what makes it worse.”

Someonewas in a mood today.

Kelly lifted a brow, glancing at Gavin, and I rolled my eyes, knowing what it was he wanted. WhatIwanted was apparently something that would only send my brother over the edge, though, so I sighed, untangling myself from Kelly, but keeping our hands linked as I led him to the kitchen island.

With fork in hand, Gavin speared a grilled chicken breast a little harder than necessary, and I was tempted to take the utensil from him in case he decided to get a little stabby. Not that he would. My brother wasn’t usually prone to violence—he left that for my friends.

“Anything you want to talk about?” I asked, watching him plate the chicken, put it in the microwave, then slam the door shut.

“Nope.” Gavin leaned back against the counter, drumming his fingers along the edge as he looked at Kelly. “How was your trip?”

“Really good,” Kelly said, giving him an easy smile. “Sure beats the hell out of winters here.”

Ugh, he didn’t need to remind me. We’d gotten an early blast of several inches of snow while he was gone, which wasn’t a good sign of what was in store for the next few months.

“What was the ad for?” Gavin asked.

“Tiny-ass swimsuits.” When Gavin snorted, Kelly shook his head. “I’m serious. They barely covered my dick. We had to get creative with the shots, so expect to see a lot of my ass.”

“Already do,” my brother muttered as he popped the door on the microwave and took the plate out.

Ignoring Mr. Grump, I hooked my finger in the waist of Kelly’s pants and tugged him toward me, not wanting any space between us after missing him for so long. “Well,Ican’t wait to see it. Have I mentioned I’m so proud of you?”

A beaming grin lit Kelly’s face. “You might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

More like a hundred, but who was counting? I couldn’t help it, though. In the couple of months since Atticus had done us the favor of being an asshole who spilled our secrets, it’d turned out sex wasin. Brands weren’t shying away from using models and celebrities who were comfortable with their bodies and open about what they liked behind closed doors. It was giving them a sort of edginess, and though I’d seen a boost in jobs, it was nothing like the kind of attention Kelly was getting right now.

And I couldn’t be happier for him. He’d more than paid his dues, and he deserved every good thing coming his way—including the money, which he’d been squirreling away like it would disappear.

“I can’t help it. You’re doing so good. I told you that once people got a look at you, they wouldn’t be able to look away.”

“As long asyoudon’t look away, I’m good.”

“Oh, for the love of God…” Gavin groaned. “You were only gone four days. Not four weeks.”

I cut a glare in his direction, wondering what in the hell was the matter with him. He was never this mouthy, or this moody, for that matter. Clearly something was bothering him.

Just my luck it was the day Kelly came home.

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