Page 3 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Hazel eyes, more green than brown under the lights, held mine as he shook my hand. His warm, strong grip had my dick reacting immediately.

This…had been a fucking fantastic idea. Whatever doubt I’d had—which wasn’t much at this point—vanished the second I saw Donovan walk into the room. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting paid to spend a few hours with this guy, and if what he was hiding under the robe was even half as hot as his face, it was going to be one of the best days of my life.

“Sin…” Donovan still had a hold of my hand, curiosity in those interesting eyes of his. “That can’t be your real name.”

“It is for today.”

His gaze trailed down my face, and I felt the scorching heat of it the further it went. Down my neck, to my chest where my robe was cinched close. I wished I’d left it open now, so he could look his fill. I had a feeling he’d like what he saw.

“You two are going to be fabulous together,” Rafferty said, his interruption causing Donovan to drop his hand from mine. “Anita, let’s get them oiled up and we can get started. If you’re both ready?”

“Absolutely.” I didn’t waste any time peeling out of the robe and handing it off to one of the assistants nearby. As I turned back around, Donovan’s heated stare was centered directly below my hips. If the way his lips parted was any indication, he definitely liked what he saw.

Anita began to apply a light oil to my back, and I watched Donovan swallow and look away, schooling his face into something more neutral.

“Will we be using pouches or nude thongs for this shoot?” he asked Rafferty as he untied his robe. It parted just enough that I could see a hint of the light golden tan of his skin… Such a tease.

Rafferty moved behind the camera, checking the angle. “Sorry, what?”

“It’s standard to use genital guards for a nude shoot,” Donovan said.

Rafferty looked from Donovan to me to his assistant. “I’m confused.”

“I’m guessing this is your first time doing this? The stylist you hired should’ve brought a few options.” Donovan glanced over my shoulder at Anita. “Do you have them on hand? Once we’re oiled up, we also need to see the pieces we’re modeling, see which is a better fit for us.”

Anita’s hand stilled on my arm as she and Rafferty stared at each other in silence for a long moment. No one seemed to know what to say to that.

“Does he mean…condoms?” Anita said.

Bewilderment was written all over Rafferty’s face as he threw his hands up and said, “Did we hire a new director and no one thought to tell me?” He turned his attention to Donovan. “No condoms, no pouches, and no robe. We’re on a deadline, people.”

With a snap of his fingers, everyone began to move again. Anita finished off my arms and moved down my lower back to my ass, and all the while Donovan hesitated. I wasn’t sure what the issue was, or what genital guards were even for, since we’d been tested and cleared for today. Maybe he was shy?

“This your first time?” I asked, trying to make him a little more comfortable.

“No. I’ve been doing this for years, but this situation…” He gestured around. “This is not what I’m used to.”

“Does anyone ever get used to this?” It was a wild kind of situation but hey, you only lived once, right?

Donovan’s lips quirked and his shoulders relaxed a little. “You’re right. It is kind of an unusual situation, but I’ve never known a director to be so blasé about his models’ modesty.”

Modesty? Huh.That was a weird word to throw around on a set like this, but it wasn’t my place to judge. Just because I had no issue stripping down and using what God gave me to make a few bucks, that didn’t mean this Donovan guy felt the same. This might’ve been a last resort for him, a job he fell into when he was down on his luck and couldn’t find a way out. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable.

“If it helps any, this is my first time too.”

Donovan’s eyes lowered to where Anita was now crouched in front of me oiling up my legs, and they caught on my nine-incher and widened.

“Not sure how that’s supposed to help. If anything, it’s just going to make this more…difficult. We really should have some kind of protection.”

I frowned as Donovan turned away, clearly searching out Rafferty, but he was nowhere in sight. Not the best idea when one of his stars was acting a little antsy. The last thing I wanted was for Donovan to bolt. Now that I’d seen him, I knew he’d be perfect for my big debut. But that wouldn’t happen if he didn’t calm down.

“Look, maybe Rafferty has gone to get those guard things you were talking about.” Hell, I had no idea. But if it chilled this guy out, I’d play along.

Anita rose to her feet and reached for the belt of Donovan’s robe, and his hands flew to the tie.“What are you doing?”

“You heard Rafferty. We need to get you naked and oiled up.”

The confusion swirling in his eyes was now tinged with a distinct flare of irritation. “If you think I’m about to strip out of this robe without some sort of explanation as to what is going on, you have lost your mind. I’m a professional.”

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