Page 59 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Donovan began to kiss his way up my jaw. “I’d say that over the last couple of weeks I’ve had extensive practice inallthose areas.”

“Jesus,” I groaned as he ground his erection over mine. “If you don’t stop what you’re doing, you’re about to get some more practice right now.”

The tongue that flicked over my earlobe showed no mercy, as the tease in my arms whispered, “Promise?”

I turned my head to see Donovan’s eyes glassy with his arousal, and I knew if I didn’t move us along that we’d wind up being part of the exhibition.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You’re the biggest distraction in the world, you know that?”

Donovan released me and took a step back, looking to the bulge in my jeans. “Oh no, I think that prize goes to you.”

“Be careful, or that prize is going to beinyou.”

“Fine.” Donovan began walking toward the shadowed hallway that had carnival dioramas leading the way into a theater room—but no way I was going to sit in that room with the sexy-as-sin man hellbent on trying to get in my pants.

Usually I’d be the first to disrobe and enter, but considering how this night had started, I figured Donovan might want to end it without again being the star attraction for his friends.

So with the movie out, we exited the theater and walked straight into Lucky Land, which I was going to rename Torture City, because now I was supposed to play sex games with Donovan and try not to imagine doing them naked.

Good God. I would deserve a medal by the end of tonight.

“Holy shit. How have I never been to this place before?” Donovan turned in a circle as we walked through a hallway full of mirrors and neon lights that did super-trippy things to your brain. By the time we came out the other side, we were standing in front of a set of “glory stalls.”

Donovan stopped in front of the elaborate toilet stalls decked out as different games, and I moved up beside him.

“Am I allowed to say I’m happy to be your first?”

He grinned at me, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Why? Would you be jealous?”

“Of you playing with some other guy and a glory hole? Yeah, I would be.”

“Good answer.” He turned back to the stalls and read off one of the shut doors, “Grab more, score more.”

I nodded at the other instruction closest to me. “Quickly yank that plank.”

Donovan busted out laughing. “This isn’t fair. You totally have an advantage.”

“What? How?”

“You’ve spent your whole life grabbingmorethan most.” He winked at me, and I shook my head. “Therefore, I think I should start with five bonus points.”

I scoffed as he walked up to the open stalls, tapping his lips.

“Now, which one do I want to play first?”

There were two rather interesting options, and he nudged me into one of the stalls. One wall had several holes cut out and the name of the stall written above it.

“Really?” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. “You want me to ‘burp the worm’?”

“Yep, and do it real good.” He moved into the stall beside me and called out, “Looks like I’ll be ‘cuffing the carrot.’”

I snorted out a laugh and read over the “how to play” instructions written on the wall. “So whoever yanks the most dicks wins?”

“Like an indecent Whac-A-Mole. Hell yes.”

This would be a fun challenge, considering we both seemed to have quite a bit of experience under our belts…and for all his laidback attitude, Donovan obviously had a competitive side.

“Get ready to wank,” I said, and then pushed the start button.

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