Page 58 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“You mean who,” I corrected him.

He grinned. “Definitelywho. The place, the timing… It’s pretty convenient.”

“Maybe it’s a sign. The masked man should do more porn.” I winked at him, and he shook his head, laughing.

“Not sure it’s my calling, but I can’t say it hasn’t been fun.” His brow furrowed briefly. “Although I think I’ve damaged Gavin to the point of therapy now.”

“Nah, he’ll get over it. Eventually.”

“Considering we live together, let’s hope that’s sooner rather than later.”

“At least you have the space to avoid each other if you need to. I think your kitchen is the size of most people’s entire apartment in the city.”

“No way.” When I didn’t say anything, he frowned. “Wait, are you serious?”

Washe? The surprise on his face told me what I said sounded crazy, but that couldn’t be right.

Then again, considering where he lived and the rich guys he surrounded himself with, maybe he really didn’t know the reality of most apartments.

“Don’t get me wrong, your place is great,” I said. “No shame having that killer view.”

Before I could move, he put a hand on my arm, halting me. “What does that mean? How big is your place?”

“I would guess the size of your bedroom but… I haven’t seen your bedroom. Maybe the size of your closet.”

“Be serious.”

“I am being serious.” His eyes widened, and I chuckled. “But maybe you could give me a private tour after. So I can see for myself.”

Donovan licked his luscious lips, and my cock stiffened.

“Did you just invite yourself to see my bedroom?”

“No.” I grinned. “I invited myself into your closet.”

A sensual laugh bubbled out of Donovan as he smoothed a hand down over my chest. “Trust me, the last place I want to keep you is in my closet.”

“Thank fucking God for that.” I winked at him, taking his hand in mine as I led us past several other exhibits before stopping at one that grabbed my attention.

Donovan stepped in front of me, peering through the glass case at the four booklets on display and read, “How-to guides, from the 1970s. Oh, they’re illustrated.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him back until his body was flush with mine. “I think three of those could be very handy.”

He turned to look at me, and I read off the titles.

“Masturbating with style. Penis sucking for wives, mistresses, and sweethearts. Yes, you definitely fall into the sweetheart category. And last but not least, anal and oral love.”

“All truly educational pamphlets.”

“Very. In fact, I might see if they sell copies of these at the gift shop on the way out.”

He turned in my arms, rubbing his body up against mine in a way that told me he knew exactly how to masturbate in style.

“I don’t think you need any help in those areas.”

I ran my hands down to his ass and gave it a nice squeeze, making sure he felt exactly what his body massage was doing to me.

“You don’t either, from the feel of things.”

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