Page 5 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

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Heat flared in Donovan’s eyes, overpowering the surprise written all over his face. He couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud, propositioning him right here in front of everyone, but that was the job. Not to mention I’d never been shy about going after someone I wanted. What had Anita called him? A pretty boy? I wanted this pretty boy down on all fours for me, oiled down so I could run my hands over what I knew would be a tight, firm ass—

“Oh, I get it,” Donovan said, his expression relaxing. “Did my friends put you up to this? Is this one of those ‘you got punked’ shows? Good one. You almost had me.”

Reaching down, I wrapped a fist around my cock and arched a brow. “Does it look like I’m joking?”

He wasn’t shy about looking at my growing erection, that was for damn sure, and he white-knuckled his robe as he licked his lips. I didn’t think he was even aware of his actions, but he was telling me in no uncertain terms that he wanted me. My dick was already making my own interest known, so really, what was the problem here? The money was good. But I didn’t think a guy used to modeling Onyx watches was hurting for a few bucks the way I was, so I kept that bit for myself and let the stroke of my hand over my cock do the talking.

Conflict warred in his eyes…and then Rafferty had to open his big-ass mouth.

“We need a decision here—time’s a wasting. And we can’t have Sin coming until we get it on camera.”

Donovan blinked, shaking his head, and I knew then it wasn’t gonna happen.

“Sorry about the mix-up,” he said. “But you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“You sure about that?” I asked.

He hesitated, giving me one last once-over. “Yeah,unfortunately, I am.”

Even as he said the words, they sounded a lot like regret, and as he turned and walked away, I couldn’t help the disappointment settling in my gut.

But oh well. The show had to go on—with or without that pretty boy.

THREE

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WALK AWAY, VAN. Walk away now…I repeated on a loop in my head as I turned away from the sex god in front of me and somehow managed to put one foot in front of the other. It shouldn’t have been all that difficult after finding out I was standing in a warehouse with a crew of people who expected me to get on a bed and get pounded by Thor over there. But with my dick standing tall, still trying to get a look at what it was going to miss out on, moving my legs was the last thing my brain wanted to focus on.

A porn shoot? Seriously? If I hadn’t heard the words with my own two ears—not to mention seen the monster cock in Sin’s hand—I might not have believed the turn of events. But as I made my way back to where I’d left my clothes, certain things started to jump out at me. Things that probably should’ve clued me in to the fact that I was not standing on the set of a multimillion-dollar luxury brand photoshoot. Such as the spare makeup counter. The lack of clothing options that would best highlight the product. The name of the entertainment company splashed across a water bottle—“Xes Entertainment” which wassexspelled backward but pronounced “excess.” The table over to my right that—yep, okay, I missed that—held several brands of lube and…sex toys.

Damn. I’d been so focused on the building itself that I hadn’t even seen those. Well, that’d teach me.Don’t get distracted by sexy men in white robes, Van.

I reached the folding chair with my clothes slung over the back and quickly changed, and once everything was covered—and not at risk of ending up on film—I made my way toward the exit, hoping to escape without notice. The sooner I got out of there and away from the temptation of playing with Thor’s hammer, the better.

I hurried past the guy with the reflector screen and ducked between a couple other crew members getting ready to film, and just when I thought I was home free, a hand grabbed hold of my arm.

Shit.

I turned to see Rafferty behind me, a twinkle in his dark eyes as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry for the mistake back there, but really, can you blame me?”

My lips twitched despite myself. With my clothes back on and the misunderstanding handled, it was a lot easier to see the humor in the situation. “Not really, I suppose. But people generally pay to see myface.”

Rafferty let out a bark of laughter. “Well, we could do that. We do lovely facials here.”

I snorted. “I’m sure you do,” I said, then looked past him back to the bed—and that was the wrong thing to do.

Sin lounged back on the enormous bed, propped up against the headboard, as a guy at the end of the mattress called out commands, testing different positions.

“Left leg up, foot flat. Let me see the light on that.” The guy moved behind the camera as Sin did what he was told. “No. I don’t like that. Let’s try the right.”

Sin straightened his left leg out on top of the duvet and bent the right.

“Oh yeah, that’s where we need to start. The light’s perfect.”

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