Page 73 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Kelly Sinclair. Damn, my man is fine.

Whether he was fully naked or dressed to the nines in a tuxedo I was dying to peel him out of, Kelly was a man who demanded attention. He had an aura about him, a charisma that some were just born with, and after an hour or so of watching him smile, joke, and drink it up with my friends, I was totally enamored—and so were they.

This group wasn’t the easiest crowd to just slide into and get along with. But Kelly had somehow managed to win them all over. Well, not somehow—I knew exactly how. They were impressed by him, which was saying something.

Kelly’s give-no-fucks attitude and openness about his sexuality had made him an instant hit. Add in the fact they were probably all hoping to one day see a certain part of him in person, and he was a new friend they were all willing to embrace.

I cut my eyes to Travis, who was laughing uproariously at something Kelly had just said. Some were a little more willing than others.

Not that I could blame him. If he’d brought Kelly around, I’d be fighting for his attention too. But lucky me, I already had it.

I took a sip of my vodka soda—wishing like hell it was a margarita—then leaned in to the sexy man beside me and kissed the scruff on his cheek. “You having fun?”

Kelly turned my way, and his eyes appeared to glow under the sparkling lights of the chandelier. Or maybe that was the alcohol swirling through my system.

“I am, but if you want to do that again right here”—he tapped his lips—“I’d be having even more.”

I closed the couple of inches between us until my lips brushed over his. Kelly hummed as the sweet taste of Jack and Coke hit my taste buds, but just as I was about to deepen the kiss, something soft and round hit me on the side of the head.

Was that a bread roll?

“Excuse me.Some of us are trying to eat over here.” East plucked the swizzle stick out of his martini and bit down on the olive, sliding it free.

“Last time I checked, olives weren’t classified as a food group.”

“Last timeIchecked, Kelly wasn’t on the menu either. So unless you plan to share—”

“Nope. Not sharing.”

“—stop tasting him in public.”

I chuckled, a feeling of relaxation spreading through me as I moved back to my seat. But I kept my hand resting on Kelly’s thigh.

East had a point, I supposed. I knew how it felt to sit and watch other couples getting all kissy-face when I had no one to do the same with. But I loved being in a relationship. East was the last person I’d expect to get in a twist over a show of affection. It wasn’t like he had the timeorpatience for anyone other than himself.

My hand crept a little higher on Kelly’s thigh, and he spread his strong legs for me to go even higher. “Fine, I’ll stick to eating what’s on the menu…for now.”

Kelly’s deep laughter rumbled around the table, making my cock jerk, and for a second I was tempted to drag him off somewhere.

“Van?” Gavin leaned around Joey and pointed to the empty plate in front of me. “You might want to eat something a little more than a salad for your next course. Those vodkas will catch up with you.”

“Thanks,Dad.” I shook my head, but when the room shifted a little, I figured Gavin mighthave a point. Problem was, I had a big runway show this weekend, and I couldn’t afford to gain an ounce of anything. So liquids it was. Vodka in particular.

“Maybe you could try some of the bread.” Daire smirked and looked at the roll that had bounced off my head and landed on the table. Figured he was the one who threw it.

“Carbs?” Travis scoffed and pulled apart his own bread roll, stuffing a piece in his mouth. “He’s not gonna eat that a couple days before a big show.”

East arched a brow at Travis. “Classy.”

“What?” Travis said around his mouthful. “It’s true.”

Kelly turned my way. “Big show?”

I rolled my eyes at my friends. “Thanks, guys. I was going to tell you about it later. I have a fashion show out of town this weekend, and I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me.”

“Oh shit,” West said from across the table. “A weekend getaway—itmustbe serious.”

JT cocked his head in his boyfriend’s direction. “We’ve never been on a weekend getaway.”

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