Page 55 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Would I do that?”

“Yes. You would.”

East waved a flippant hand. “I’m far too self-absorbed to call the gossip rags, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

There was movement out of the corner of my eye, and I looked over to see Travis sending a sharp kick to East’s leg. “What happens in the group stays in the fucking group.”

East cursed, bending down to rub at his shin. “You don’t think I know that? Jesus. Save the violence for Caleb.”

Kelly moved his arm to the back of my seat and leaned in by my ear. “You good?”

The question was a loaded one, and I didn’t even know where to start.

“With?” I said.

“All of this.”

Meaning my secret being found out, my friends knowing and giving me shit, possibly others finding out. Oh, and having a group of cockblockers joining us on our date.

“I think I’m still in a state ofwhat the fuck, if I’m honest,” I said.

“I get that. And I understand if it’s too much—”

“No,” I said quickly, not wanting him to think I regretted any of it. Because the time I’d spent with him so far was seared in my brain, and that wasn’t something I’d trade even for sewing East’s mouth shut for a lifetime.

Before I could tell Kelly that, the van jolted, coming to an abrupt stop.

“Sorry,” Scotty called out. “We’ve arrived.”

I glanced out the window as Daire pulled the door open, not bothering to wait for Scotty to come around. What I saw there on the corner had me shaking my damn head.

Kelly chuckled. “Well. It’s appropriate, all things considered.”

A little too on the nose, if you asked me. As we all filed out of the Sprinter, I arched a brow at East. “The Museum of Sex? Are you kidding?”

“I already had the place booked for us weeks ago. How was I supposed to know you’d give us a little foreplay?” East cut his eyes to Kelly. “Well, maybe not so little.”

“Nothing small about me,” Kelly said, and behind us, Travis groaned.

“Goddammit, we know.” He looked up at the sign that said,Superfunland: Journey into the Erotic Carnival, and shook his head. “I’m gonna have the worst case of blue balls after this. Thanks, assholes.”

Preston threw an arm around Travis’s shoulders and grinned. “The night is young, my friend. There’s hope for you yet.”

“Yeah? You offering?”

“Sorry to break it to you, but that one’s mine.” Serena, Preston’s girlfriend, stepped out from where she’d been waiting by the entrance and winked at Travis as she snuggled in under Preston’s other arm.

“Sharing is caring,” Travis said.

“Good thing I don’t care, then.” She poked her tongue out good-naturedly, and Travis chuckled.

“Careful where you stick that tonight. With this place, you never know where it might end up.”

She laughed as the three of them headed toward the entrance, and I looked at Kelly.

“Sure you want to spend the night with this lot? We could still run if you want.”

Kelly brushed his lips over mine. “And miss walking through an erotic carnival with you? I don’t think so.”

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