Page 56 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Well, when you put it that way…” I inhaled the delicious scent of his cologne and wished we were somewhere private so I could show himmyversion of an erotic carnival.

Travis was right—tonight was going to give us all the worst case of blue balls ever. But at least I had the satisfaction of knowing I’d get some relief once we ditched these guys.

Kelly took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world—and after everything we’d done together, I supposed it was—and my stomach did a little flip at the intimate gesture.

The two of us were compatible in so many ways, and the fact he was so tactile was one of my favorites. I loved to touch and be touched, and the way he just owned our connection and didn’t feel the need to hide it from anyone was the sexiest damn thing in the world.

We followed the rest of our group inside, and when the door shut, a man in a leather thong and matching chaps walked out to lock it.

I whirled around as though I’d just been kidnapped and locked in an escape room with this bunch of assholes. But before I could ask what the hell was going on, East spoke up.

“Calm down, Van,” he said in a droll voice. “No need to look so panicked. We haven’t kidnapped you to watch you film yournextsex film or anything. I just thought this experience would be more fun if we had it on our own.”

“On our own?” West pulled JT a little closer to his side. “No offense, but while some of you losers can’t find a date, I plan to experience thiswithmine.”

East rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Good Lord, you all need to relax.” Then he glanced at Mr. Leather Chaps. “We’ll take those shots now. Apparently these heathens only think rationally when inebriated.”

As the man walked off, Travis craned his neck around Serena to watch him go and let out a low whistle. “Not that I don’t appreciate him walking away, but can he stay when he comes back?”

East’s lip curled. “Now you’re talking. What Imeant, for those who need it spelled out—I made a few calls and had the museum shut down for the night. So the only people who will be coming are already here.”

East cocked his head in Travis’s direction. “Or maybe fetching you a drink.”

That made a hell of a lot more sense. When it came to getting maximum enjoyment out of a situation, my friends definitely knew how to deliver.

I had to hand it to East—the idea of being able to explore this place on our own made this a lot more appealing. Especially if I could work out a way to ditch the guys and just be with Kelly.

“We’re walking through herealone?” Gavin looked around as though searching for an escape route, and after everything he’d seen tonight, I couldn’t blame him. He was probably feeling a little traumatized, and the idea of walking through a sex museum was no doubt the last thing on his mind.

“What, you need a friend or somethin’ to hold your hand?” Daire’s tone was just this side of sarcastic.

“I just meant…” Gavin paused and then shook his head. “Don’t worry.”

“Good.” East clapped his hands together. “It’s settled. Daire, you look after the young’un tonight—if anyone can scare someone so much they don’t get an erection, it’s you.”

Gavin was about to protest until East added, “Unless you want to hang with Kelly and your broth—”

“No, no. That’s fine. I’ll just, um… I’m fine by myself. I don’t need a damn babysitter.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Daire mumbled, and wandered off, away from the group, looking at one of the plaques on the wall.

“Cumshots, anyone?” Mr. Leather Chaps chose the perfect time to reappear, holding up a tray with ten shot glasses full of creamy-white alcohol. I was almost afraid to ask what was in it.

East handed us all a glass, and when I glanced at Kelly, he waggled his brows.

Really, could fate have sent me a better man?

“All right, assholes,” East said, looking around the group and holding his glass up. When we all did the same, he grinned. “Tonight is about fun, sex, and debauchery.”

“So basically it’s any other night for us?” West laughed, and East shrugged.

“Basically. So, let’s kick it off right. Cheers to me, cheers to you, and cheers to any other fuck film Van wants to do!”

I groaned as everyone raised their glasses and downed the shot, and the rum cream mixed with some high-end whiskey warmed my throat as it slid down and pooled in my belly.

“Damn, that was delicious.” Serena winked at Preston as she ran her finger around the inside of the glass before sucking it clean.

“Now she’s just rubbing it in.” Travis shook his head and put his glass back on the empty tray before turning his attention to Mr. Leather Chaps. “So, want to take me on a private tour? Show me what this place has to offer?”

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