Page 78 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Meaning?”

“As of next week, you’ll be shooting three times a week, rotating partners that Xes will be in charge of scheduling. Not to say they haven’t enjoyed the masked man aspect—obviously the numbers on the site would agree—but their other performers get a little demanding when new talent shows up and they don’t get a piece of the action.”

I nodded slowly as a handful of different thoughts and emotions rolled through me. Obviously this was going to happen. I’d gotten into this business for a reason, and not one performer out there kept a monogamous partner for shoots. That wasn’t anything I’d expected either, but…

That was before I’d met Donovan.

I tried not to notice the way he’d gone so still that I wasn’t even sure he was breathing. I wondered what was going through his mind, whether it bothered him at all or if he was cool with it.

Donovan was open about a lot of things, but I couldn’t imagine he’d be quick to share, not after the possessive way he’d thrown down last night. That had been super hot, and so had hearing the wordboyfriendfall from those kissable lips.

Would he still feel the same way having a boyfriend who fucked other guys for a living?

Hell, wouldI?

Rafferty watched me intently as I swallowed and gave him a nod.

“That’s the job, right?” I said, trying to sound more lighthearted than I felt. Because what I felt was a boulder dropping onto my chest. Which was stupid, because this was what I’d signed up for. Even Donovan knew that when he met me.

That didn’t do much to lessen the conflict warring inside me, though.

“Pretty boy over there can be welcomed back as an occasional special guest if you’d like,” Rafferty said, rising from the chair, and before he turned to leave, his hand found my shoulder. “Whatever’s going on with you two will need to stay outside of work. But for tonight, have fun and go wild.”

Then he gave me a squeeze and wandered off, calling out for his assistant and snapping his fingers.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and schooled my face into nonchalance as I turned to face Donovan. The last thing I wanted him to see was how affected I was about the news.

“Everyone’s dying for a piece of Sin,” he said, trying for a smile. He was shirtless except for the shoulder pads—his rock-hard abs were on full display, and those tight pants rode low on his hips.

Damn. I had to remember to thank whoever came up with this concept, because I never would’ve guessed Donovan in football gear would make my dick rise to the occasion.

“Don’t move.” Anita dabbed her finger in the black eye paint, and when Donovan’s smile faded, she went back to painting. I noticed he was getting thicker lines than I’d swiped on, most likely to help cover his gorgeous face.

Always such a shame.

“Can’t say I blame them,” Donovan continued, keeping his face straight for Anita. “I was the same. Eager for a chance to get my hands on you.”

“No.” I shook my head and moved toward him, ready for Anita to get out of the way. “There’s not one part of you that’s the same as anyone else. Not even close.”

A faint grin tried to appear, but a huff from Anita had it dropping quickly. “Watch it, or your nickname will change to ‘Sin the sweetheart’ instead of ‘Sin and his sex hammer.’”

That made me bust out a laugh, which made the rock of unease in my stomach break apart for the moment.

“All right, all done,” Anita said, her voice laced with irritation. “Careful with the jersey.”

As she stomped off, I made a motion for him to spin around. He rolled his eyes, but did as requested, and I let out a low whistle.

“Can I just say how damn sexy you are, even in sweaty football gear?”

“If you think this is hot, you need to get your eyes checked.”

“Oh? You don’t think I rock this?” I teased, turning around so he could get the full view as well. Unlike him, I had the jersey on already, and I almost laughed when I faced him again and saw his expression.

“You look hot in anything, but I prefer you with nothing on.”

“Then I guess we should come up with a scene that’ll have you stripping me out of this pretty quick, huh?”

“We should.” His mouth quirked as he nodded, and I reached out to hold his hands.“Kelly—” he started, but I cut him off.

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