Page 69 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

The only way I plan to make a run for it is if it means you’ll chase me.

SINful KELLY:

Promises, promises.

The grin on my face had to be ridiculous, and I was glad Travis wasn’t here to call me out for it. I couldn’t hide it if I wanted to.

“Is there something you gentlemen wish to share with the class, or do you think I could have your attention for the next sixty minutes?”

I snapped my head up to see Professor Rice looking in the direction of our rows, and I didn’t think she was talking just to the guy in front of me. Not with the way I’d been grinning down at my phone and not even noticing that she’d started the lecture.

Immediately the guy in front of me shut off his phone and stammered, “Sorry, Professor Rice.” When her eyes moved past him to me, I slid my phone between my thighs and gave her a repentant smile.

As soon as her back was turned, I shot Kelly one last message.

Still on for tomorrow?

SINful KELLY:

I wouldn’t miss it for anything.

TWENTY-FOUR

kelly

“HAVE I MENTIONED you look good enough to eat?” Donovan’s voice was low in my ear, just loud enough for only me to hear—or so I thought.

“If we all have to ride together, the least you could do isnoteat each other while I’m sitting right the fuck here,” Daire grumbled from where he sat on the other side of Donovan in the limo. He tugged at the neck of his all-black tuxedo, scowling like this was all nothing but an inconvenience.

“Speak for yourself. I’m here for the show if you’re offering.” East winked, the picture of elitist superiority as he stretched his arm out along the back of the seat where Gavin and Joey sat. I wondered how he managed to drink out of a martini glass in a moving vehicle without spilling anything.

Donovan met my eyes, grinning as he squeezed my thigh. God, he looked unbelievable, better than anyone had a right to, and I had no idea how I was going to get through the night if he kept staring and touching me.

Across from us, Gavin groaned. “This is the last time I’m riding with any of you.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” West said. “You and Joey could always put on a sex show for us. Give Van a taste of his own medicine.”

More than half of the group seemed to agree, shouting out encouragement to Gavin, while the handful of others, Donovan included, looked like they wanted to jump out of the limo.

I covered Donovan’s hand on my thigh with my own, drawing it up my leg as I leaned in to kiss his neck. He looked like he could use a distraction, and I’d take any advantage to get closer.

I let my lips linger against his skin as I breathed him in. The scent of his cologne was fresh and a little mysterious, just like the man himself.

“On second thought, maybe we don’t have to go,” Donovan said, tilting his head to give me more access.

“You’d be disowned,” someone said, maybe Travis? Preston? I couldn’t tell, not with my attention solely focused on Donovan.

“Is that true?” I murmured, nipping at his ear and not giving a shit who was watching. Well, hopefully Gavin had his eyes closed or had turned his attention to his own date, but that wasn’t my problem.

Donovan hummed low in his throat. “Probably. Worth it, though.”

Someone snorted just as the limo came to a stop, and Donovan’s eyes opened. He flipped his hand under mine to lace our fingers.

“You ready for the most ostentatious display of wealth you’ve ever seen?”

I opened my mouth to respond that it couldn’t be that bad, but my eyes caught on the exterior of the building we’d stopped outside of, and I shut up real fast.

“Shit.” That was all that came out, because where in the hell were we?

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