Page 15 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

WILL HE OR won’t he show?

That was the only question on my mind as I looked to the door for what had to be the hundredth time that morning. Donovan had left me with one hell of a set of blue balls last night, even though I’d brought it on myself. I had no business getting him alone when I knew I couldn’t follow through, but the temptation to touch him had been impossible to resist.

Would it be the same for him? I’d already filled Rafferty in on the possibility, but he didn’t seem to think it would happen. My scene partner, a guy he’d worked with on many different shoots, was on set already, and it was clear he expected the two of us to work together today.

But if Donovan showed, all bets were off. The studio wanted me happy, and getting Donovan to do this with me was my first choice.

I glanced over at my scene partner getting ready. He was a slight, delicate sort of guy, one I would’ve feared breaking apart if I hadn’t seen some of his work already. Alcan could hold his own despite his thin frame, and he had the dick to back it up.

It was too bad my cock was already so focused on another.

If he doesn’t show up, it’ll have to…

As I slid on the suit jacket I’d be wearing in today’s scene, I looked yet again at the door.

He wasn’t coming, was he? In any of the ways I’d been looking forward to.

Which meant I needed to get my dick on board with this other guy if I had any hope of making my first non-solo shoot one that would satisfy all the fans I’d met last night.

I checked myself in the mirror, tugging down my cuffs before taking in the fit of the suit. It was more buttoned up than I’d been last night, but none of it would be on for very long.

“What do you think?” I asked Anita. “Hair up or down?”

“Down. More for him to grab on to.” She said it so matter-of-factly before walking away that I couldn’t help cracking a smile. For her and the rest of the crew, this was just another day after years of working in the adult industry, but I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get used to this.

I’d untied my hair and shaken it loose when the door opened and—holy shit—Donovan stepped inside.

No. Fucking. Way.

I grinned as he scanned the room, and when his eyes locked on mine, he smirked.

Oh yeah, he knew I’d been standing there waiting for him to walk through that door, and I didn’t give a flying fuck.

He was in a pair of jeans that looked tailor made; they molded to the thighs he’d wrapped around me last night—not to mention cradled the bulge between them like I had. He’d paired them with a white button-down shirt that was tucked in, with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, and over that he had a navy vest that gave him a high-end but casual look. A look that made me want to mess him up.

Donovan shut the door, and Rafferty turned to see who’d just stepped onto his set. My director glanced back at me, surprise plastered all over his features.

“Told you he’d come.”

Rafferty’s dark eyes narrowed. “That’s yet to be seen.”

My lips twitched as my attention shifted back to Donovan. “You give me ten minutes with him and he’ll be coming so hard you’re going to get noise complaints from the neighbors.”

“That’s big talk.”

It was, but Rafferty hadn’t been in that hall with us last night. He hadn’t seen the way Donovan had come alive under my touch. Hell, I bet I could get him there in five. He was here, wasn’t he?

“You know I can back it up.”

Rafferty grunted. “Well, it’s notyouwho needs to backitup. So let’s see what kind of mindset your pretty boy is in before we send home Alcan.”

I shrugged as though it were no skin off my nose, but truth be told, I was ready to go out and hail Alcan a taxi myself.

“Well, look who decided to come back and pay me a little visit,” Rafferty said as Donovan came to a stop opposite him, a smile playing across the mouth I’d fantasized about all night. “I have to admit, when Sin mentioned he ran into you last night and that you might show up today, I thought he was delusional. But here you are.”

“Here I am.” Donovan’s eyes caught on mine, that teasing grin now matching the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What can I say? Sin was very convincing last night. Very”—he trailed his eyes down over me, zeroing in on my zipper—“hardto ignore.”

Rafferty looked my way, his brow arched. “I’m sure he was.”

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