Page 57 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

The man’s eyes drifted down Travis’s body before coming back to land on his face. “I think that could be arranged.”

“Aaaand tonight just got infinitely better.” Travis took the tray from the guy and shoved it at West. “See you, losers.”

Travis had the right idea, and before anyone could try to make us stay, I grabbed Kelly’s shot glass and threw it at West.

“We’re going to start looking around too.” I grabbed Kelly’s hand and began to lead him away from my overly nosy group of friends. “Andnoneof you will follow us. Not if you want to live to have another erection. Got me?”

When my friends winced, Kelly snorted. But I knew them too well. They might love taking the piss out of me and giving me a hard time. But nothing—and I meannothing—was more precious to them than their money and their cocks.

Not necessarily in that order.

TWENTY

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“A ROOM OF sex toys,” I mused as we walked through the first gallery. “I bet you’re feeling right at home.”

Donovan lifted a brow. “Why would you say that?”

“You may have forgotten that jeweled accessory you wore for me the first shoot, but I promise you, I haven’t.”

“Oh.” His lips curved into a sensual smile as we walked past some kind of apparatus a former king had used to entertain multiple sex partners. “You think I wore that for you, huh?”

“I know you did.”

“Maybe I was just remembering you on that bed and thought my ass should be…well prepared.”

“Or maybe that was just a good excuse.”

“And why would you think that?”

“To surprise me.” I stopped at an ancient tool that had been carved and used for double penetration and turned to face Donovan. “I think you’re full of surprises.”

“Yeah?” His eyes dropped to my mouth briefly before meeting mine again. “And that’s something you like?”

“It’s something I like aboutyou.”

Amusement tipped up his lips as he brushed past me and continued through the room. “Really? Even ending up in a sex museum with my friends tonight? You like that surprise?”

“I don’t see them anywhere. Do you?”

Donovan stopped moving and glanced around, but there was no one in the room besides the two of us. The guide had told us the museum consisted of four floors, split into two sides, so the rest of Donovan’s friends were ahead of us somewhere.

“You’re right,” he said, strolling back to where I stood, and when he reached me, he hooked his finger in the belt loop of my jeans. “I did wear that for you.”

Then he tugged me forward, cupping the back of my neck as he brought my lips down on his. Just like every time we’d been together, it was like nothing else existed when his mouth was on mine. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling, but one I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

I slid my tongue alongside his, tasting him leisurely, without any constraints or pressure or time limits. The tips of his fingers swept down the length of my jaw, and I grinned at the feel of him touching me where he wanted.

“I like this,” he murmured against my lips, before leaning back to look at me with glazed eyes.

I fucking loved having that effect on him. As he continued to stroke the scruff along my jaw, I turned my head and nipped at his fingertips.

“I’ll have to remember that,” I said, threading his fingers through mine. “For later.”

He groaned as we ventured on, moving through the next couple of exhibits until a sign that read “Porno Chic” caught our attention.

Donovan stopped in front of a scandalous-for-the-1960s commercial and cocked his head. “You know, for East having no idea about what I’d been doing—”

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