Page 77 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Is that a yes?” I rubbed circles along his lower abdomen with my thumb, then dipped below the waistband. “You can be my tight end.”

He groaned again and stilled my hand. “It’s not ano.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be quick taking your pants off.”

Donovan’s gorgeous eyes heated, and I knew I had him.

And selfishly, I really wanted to see the way his ass would fill out that gear. He had the perfect body for a quarterback, all athletic, lean muscles and a cocky smile to match.

I widened my legs as Donovan stepped between them, pressing his hand against my chest so my back was fully against the locker. He ghosted his lips over mine, not quite touching, but just enough to drive me crazy. I jerked forward to capture his teasing mouth, but he was faster, moving his head back to keep out of my reach.

“Uh uh,” he said, a shit-eating smile curving his lips. “Save it for the cameras, remember?”

“Fuck the cameras.”

“How about you fuck meforthe cameras?”

My cock practically lurched out of my damn pants.

It took everything I had in me to push Donovan away to go get ready, but I couldn’t resist swatting his firm ass as he went.

I changed into the gear, with Anita assisting us both with the padding situation, which made the pants even more snug than I’d expected. Donovan had been right about one thing—my dick was already being choked to death in these suckers. Fuck me, I wouldn’t have any circulation left if we didn’t start this soon.

“Sin, we need to talk.” Rafferty swept his ass-length braids aside to sit in the director’s chair behind me as I stood in front of the mirror smearing thick black lines under my eyes.

“Here to set the scene?” I asked.

“Not really. Other than provide you the location and gear, you and your partner have free rein today.”

My eyes met his in the mirror. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Come on, Raff, you love a storyboard. Whatcha got planned for us tonight? Rival players? Some hate fucking?”

He waved me off. “Any of that is fine. Your choice.”

That had me narrowing my eyes in suspicion, becausebullshit. “My choice?”

“Yes.”

“So if I wanted to ram the whole football team, that’d be fine by you?”

“Might be a longer shoot than our schedule allows, but I don’t see a problem with it.”

All right, now I knew something was up.

I turned, crossing my arms. “I get all this freedom why? I’m new. I haven’t paid my dues or whatever shit Anita said I needed to do.”

“No, but youhaveprovided Xes with its highest-rated scenes in years. Their subscription rate is through the roof thanks to you…” He gestured toward my hips. “And your sex hammer.”

My brows shot up as surprise filtered through me. Holy shit, that was…unexpected.

“That’s also what I need to talk to you about,” he said, and something about his tone told me I wasn’t gonna like whatever was coming next.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Donovan a few feet away pretending not to eavesdrop as Anita painted his face.

“You’ve been getting a lot of interest,” Rafferty continued. “Some of the biggest names in the industry have reached out, and it’s time to take advantage of your momentum. Expand your horizons.”

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