Page 76 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

I stood there for a moment trying to calm my nerves, then felt a warm hand on the small of my back and Kelly’s lips by my ear.

“That was the hottest thing anyone haseverdone for me.”

I glanced back at him to see him smiling smugly. “Oh yeah?”

“Fuck yes. Who knew you were such a possessive thing?”

I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. “He was coming after what’s mine.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhmm.” I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and then my stomach rumbled. “Huh, seems like all that possessiveness made me hungry.”

Kelly chuckled as he led me back to my seat. “Then by all means, let’s get some food in you.” As we sat down and I picked up the menu, he leaned in and said, “Don’t think we’re not going to talk more about this.”

“Later?”

Kelly winked at me. “Later. For now, I’m going to drink to me and my python’s personal bodyguard.”

TWENTY-SIX

kelly

THE NEXT EVENING, we arrived together at my next shoot—well,ournext shoot, because at this point I couldn’t imagine doing them without Donovan.

As we walked into the locker room where the cameras were being set up, I saw Rafferty glancing down at where I held Donovan’s hand and raise a dark brow. He didn’t say anything, only waved us inside, where Anita was setting up the wardrobe for the start of the scene.

“Oh no.” Donovan held up a pair of white football pants, complete with thick padding, and gave me a look. “This is payback for making you wear a tux last night, isn’t it?”

I smirked, fingering the snug but stretchy fabric. “If it makes you feel better, I think I’ll be wearing them too.”

“Reeeally?” he said. “I’m not sure they make these big enough to fit what you’re packin’.”

Reaching down between us, he cupped my dick, giving it a squeeze and making me groan.

“Save it for the cameras,” Rafferty called out as he passed by without stopping.

I sighed, pushing Donovan’s hand away. “You’re trouble. I don’t think you know how to be anything else.”

“Which is exactly why you like me.” His wicked grin only grew as he leaned in to kiss me.

Then Anita stepped between us and shoved a football helmet against Donovan’s chest.

“You. Masked man. Wear this,” she said.

Donovan’s nose wrinkled. “You want me to put a used, sweaty helmet onthishead of hair? No way. My stylist will have a shit fit.”

“Well, here,Iam the stylist. Pretty boy wants a mask, here’s a mask. And this.” She held up some kind of black face paint.

Donovan’s eyes collided with mine. “I take back what I said. This isn’t just payback; now you owe me.”

“You have something against football gear,pretty boy?” I grinned, enjoying this as I leaned against a locker.

“Yes. It’s smelly and reminds me of an ex.”

“Not Atticus, I assume.” Smirking, I reached out, curling my finger into the waistband of his navy pants, and tugged him toward me. He came, willingly…just like he would later, several times over. “You think you can manage this? For me?”

Donovan groaned, and I could see his resolve weakening. “Dammit, Kelly.”

---