Page 8 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“By offering to split her in half?” Travis grabbed his stomach and started to laugh. “Why don’t you show JT? I’m sure the golden boy could do with a little…loosening up.”

West’s eyes latched on to Travis. “Shut the hell up.”

“Oh, someone’s touchy.”

“Someoneis still making shit right after listening to you assholes in the first place. I don’t need you yapping about our sex life.”

West—and his new boyfriend, JT—were never going to let any of us live down the bet we’d issued West at the start of the fall semester. Getting back at the dean of Astor by corrupting her son seemed like a good idea at the time—until West went and fell for him instead.

Never thought I’d see the day that the biggest playboy of our group had a boyfriend.

As everyone in the van bitched amongst themselves, it gave me the opportunity to melt into the background and try to get my own dick under control, because the second it caught sight of Sin again, it had stood up ready to say hi.

“Can you assholes get out?” Daire said from the back seat. “I’d like the day to be over with at some fucking point.”

West reluctantly pocketed his phone, and we all piled out to head into Astor. As we made our way inside the gates, I fell back and took another look at my phone.

Jesus, Sin really was something to look at—and no, not just his cock. Once you got pastthat, his body, face, and sheer animal magnetism made for one hot package.

He was all male, kind of…primal, in a way. Like a lion, with those amber eyes and that long mane of—

“You’re awfully quiet back here.” Preston moved into step beside me, and I quickly turned off the screen. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and slipped my phone into the pocket of my jeans. “I was just, uh, wondering if Gavin got here on time this morning, that’s all.”

Lies.

“He didn’t come home last night, and I know it’s hard for him to get back after spending the night at Joey’s.”

There, that sounded plausible enough. My younger brother, Gavin, was dating a guy who lived in Queens, and that was a good hour commute from the Upper East Side. That seemed like way too much effort to me, unless you were madly in love. But Gavin was a dreamer, and apparently Joey was worth the trek, though many of us disagreed.

“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” Preston scanned the courtyard, most likely on the lookout for his girlfriend, Serena. He was the only one in the group who wouldn’t be drooling over the email of Sin, but I knew if the rest of us went to the club Friday, he’d still drag himself there to hang.

And we were definitely going.

My hand itched to reach for my phone again, and that was when I realized it was gonna be a looong fucking day of torture before I could get home to do exactly what my cock had wanted from the second Sin’s name had been mentioned.

“You two maybe want to pick up the pace?” East called over his shoulder. “I ordered breakfast for eight fifty, sharp.”

“Aye-aye, captain.” I gave a mock salute as we followed the rest of the guys inside the main building of the university, heading to the lounge area we’d commandeered our first day here at the school.

It was a private room, one that was usually reserved for professors, but from the moment we’d set foot in the halls, the space had become ours.

It was obnoxious, I knew that, the way we somehow managed to take over anything and everything we wanted. Our favorite spot in the courtyard. The first spot in any line. But at the same time, it was kind of expected from us. Everyone knew our parents, therefore they knew the amount of money the seven of us brought to Astor. So if we wanted somewhere private and professionally decorated, then the school wasn’t going to give us too much shit about it.

We entered the opulent space full of traditional wood-paneled walls, beautiful velvet couches, and leather clubman chairs. It was easy to tell which one of us had had the main say in décor—East. It looked like some high-end cigar club, not a college hangout spot.

I dropped my ass into a chair and pulled my phone back out, pretending to hit up my social media pages. But instead I opened the email sitting in my inbox, taunting me to take another look. I turned the volume down and hit play again, propping an ankle on my knee.

It wasn’t that I’d never seen a good-looking guy before. Hell, with the industry I was in, you could randomly throw a quarter and watch it bounce off a tight ass. But Sin was different. He wasn’t polished—unless you counted the oil Anita had rubbed all over him—and angular. He wasn’t all full lips and perfect posture and gait. He was raw and earthy and made you want to get down and dirty with him.

Reallyfucking dirty.

“So, Van, you gonna be able to make it to this party Friday?” Travis turned his head in my direction. “Or you got work this weekend?”

I didn’t care if I had a meeting with the pope this weekend. I’d be canceling it for a chance to see Sin again.

“Nothing this weekend, so I’ll be there.” There was no way I was letting this opportunity slip through my hands. It was like fatewantedme to see Sin again. It had literally delivered him to my inbox for the price of three hundred dollars a year.

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