Page 62 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Last night…

If I could have dreamed up the perfect first date with the perfect man, that would’ve been it—minus his group of friends. But even they hadn’t been too bad after we ditched them for the evening, and what came after was one of the best nights of my life.

Damn.Who would’ve guessed?

I put a hand under my head where it rested on the pillow and tried to work out the moment Donovan had slipped inside my heart and burrowed in to stay.

If I had to guess, I’d say it was that first day. That moment in the warehouse where Anita and the rest of the crew were busy directing him to take off his clothes, and he’d looked so baffled, so mortified, but at the same time so damn adorable.

As my eyes drifted over Donovan’s relaxed features, I thanked whatever stars had aligned to bring him into my life that day, because I wasn’t aware of any other scenario in which the newest star of Xes Entertainment would end up naked with one of the modeling industry’s most billable faces.

A face that was even more beautiful in sleep, if that were possible.

Unable to resist the urge to touch him, I reached out and swept back the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. He stirred and scooted in a little closer to me, rubbing his leg between mine, sprawled out on his stomach with the sheet low on his hips. I trailed my fingers down the smooth skin of his back, drawing patterns over the perfect canvas and dreaming about staying like this forever.

Wow, okay, that was heavy.

I wasn’t the kind of guy who usually went all hearts in his eyes when his dick was happy. But I was quickly finding the hearts were in my eyes even when my dickwasn’tinvolved when it came to Donovan.

It was like the second I saw him, he was all I could see. Now every time I thought of him, spoke to him, or was with him—I wanted nothing else.

“Mmm, that feels nice.”

The sleepy voice that filled the room had my eyes shifting from where my fingers were playing to the lazy smile curving full lips I now knew by heart.

“Does it now?”

“Yesss.” Donovan’s eyes opened, and when they found mine, that smile widened. “Damn, you’re a nice sight to wake up to.”

I propped my elbow up on the pillow and rested my hand in my palm as I ran the backs of my fingers down his cheek. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

Donovan rolled to his back and shifted until his head was right by my arm.“Then how about you kiss me and prove it?”

I leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across his lips as Donovan reached up and ran a hand across my cheek and into my hair.

“God, I love your hair,” he said. “It’s so damn sexy.”

I chuckled against his mouth, nipping at his lower lip. “Glad you think so.”

“I do.” He twisted his hand in the long strands and pulled it back from my face. “I love how it feels on my skin. How it looks when it’s all sexed up and messy around your shoulders. That I can grab it and really hang on when you…”

“If you stop there, I might have to insist on demonstrating.”

“In that case, I’m definitely stopping there.”

I smoothed a hand down his side to his waist and then, quick as lightning, rolled us until I was on my back and he was stretched out on top of me. I grabbed a sweet ass cheek in each hand and gave a careful squeeze.

“Any other time, maybe. But I’m pretty sure this right here”—my fingers flirted with the warm pucker I’d spent most of the night inside of—“is probably a little tender.”

Donovan sucked in a breath even as his dick jerked against mine. “I hate that you’re right.”

I pushed my hips up into his with a rueful grin. “So do I. But I don’t hate why. Last night was—”

“Perfect? Amazing? The kinkiest night you’ve ever spent with eight guys and a girl? That definitely sounds like a scene waiting to happen.”

“It was pretty amazing, and you were as close to perfect as I could’ve wished for.”

The humor in his eyes dissipated at the seriousness of my tone. Donovan planted his hands on the pillow by my head and stared down at me. “Did you just say you wished for me?”

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