Page 42 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Donovan immediately moved his hands to the mask, holding it in place, knowing exactly the role he was playing as I got off against him.

“No. You already got what you wanted.”

I licked a path over his shoulder, my balls tightening. “Not yet I didn’t.”

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and began to feverishly jack myself off as the rain poured down over the two of us. As my orgasm barreled down my spine and my balls tightened, I spun Donovan around and shoved him to the ground, where I exploded in a white-hot rush all over his masked face.

My chest heaved as I stared down at Donovan. My wet hair fell forward as I studied the man kneeling at my feet, his ski mask and chest covered in my cum, his dick sticky from his own release—and goddamn, I think I fell in love a little as I delivered my final line.

“NowI got what I wanted.”

SIXTEEN

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JUST AS I settled into the back of the Sprinter and rattled off an address for my driver, Scotty, the door slid open and East cocked his head.

“Going somewhere?” he said.

“Yeah. To your mom’s.”

“Punk-ass. Where you really going?”

“I’ve got a shoot in Newport. Wanna come?”

East’s lips curled in distaste. “Jersey? Why the fuck?”

“Does it matter? You in or you out?”

“Out,” he said, but hopped in the van anyway, followed by Preston. “Scotty can drop us off on the way there.”

“You mean on the wayback. I can’t be late.”

East let out a dramatic sigh as he sat down and kicked his feet up on the seat. “Fiiine,” he drawled, running his hand over the cardigan tied over the shoulders of his striped button-up. “I need a nap anyway.”

At seven thirty in the morning on a Saturday? I couldn’t believe his ass was up and at ’em in the first place.

“I’m the first stop. Then these fuckers,” I called up to Scotty before turning toward Preston. He wore a lightweight cream sweater over his collared shirt and was busy rolling the sleeves up his forearm. “So what trouble are you guys getting up to?”

“None, unfortunately,” East muttered, and Preston rolled his eyes.

“I got roped into helping out at Elysium for their event next week.”

“Bullshit you got roped into it,” East said. “More like volunteered. Damn do-gooder.”

Preston’s eyes met mine. “My father requested my presence and told me to bring a friend.”

“And you thoughtEastwas the right person for the job?” I couldn’t help but laugh. I couldn’t imagine East lifting a finger to decorate or pitch in, or whatever it was they’d be doing. He only knew how to be a bossy shit. Was there a position for that?

“Everyone else was busy.” Preston smirked, and that told me he wasn’t telling the entire truth. Most likely he thought it would be fun to see East get his hands dirty. Couldn’t blame him there. Hopefully he’d take a few blackmail photos.

“What did you have to promise him? I know he didn’t agree without a fight.”

“You’re right. I didn’t.” East adjusted the gold luxury watch on his wrist as his mouth curled up on one side. “I get a two-hour spot with Raúl.”

I frowned. “Who the hell is Raúl?”

“My massage therapist,” Preston explained. “He’s the best-kept secret in the city—”

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