Page 7 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

MIRA:

WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?

My hard-on instantly deflated. Shit. She was right. I needed to find out where my actual job was, not be standing here watching the hottesthandjob of my life.

Damn cockblock.

I took one final look at Sin and cursed my bad luck, and as I turned to leave I heard what had to be the sexiest sound of my life.

Sin was coming—and I was running out the door.

FOUR

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ALL WEEKEND I’D remained convinced there was no one dumber than I’d been in leaving that warehouse on Saturday. Sin’s shouts of release haunted my every waking thought, and the memories of him getting off on that bed?

Why the hell hadn’t I stayed again?

Oh. Right. My job.

Turned out the email they’d sent to my agent had a typo in the address, leading me straight to Sin instead of the shoot in Soho. Some would call that a simple mistake.

Me? I’d call it fate. Especially with what landed in the inbox of every one of my friends, save Preston, come Monday morning.

“Holy shit, get a load of this.” West twisted from his position near the front of the luxury Sprinter van my friends and I took to Astor University every day and tapped the screen of his cell phone. “‘Xes Entertainment presents a night of Sin this Friday at the Lure nightclub. Introducing our rising—inallthe ways—star, a man that’ll inspire all your deepest, darkest fantasies. You’re invited to come (at least once) to meet our hot new obsession—SIN.’”

West turned his phone around to show us the photo, but my stomach had already flipped at the mention of his name. As my eyes caught on the mane of blond hair and those whiskey-colored eyes, I realized my memories of Saturday didn’t do him justice at all. Goddamn, he was sexy. Even if Sin wasn’t his real name, it fit him perfectly.

One by one, all the guys pulled out their phones, ignoring the fact that our driver, Scotty, had pulled up to the main gates of Astor. I opened my email to the invitation we’d all been sent and scrolled down. A video had been attached, and I clicked on it before I thought better of it.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.

That wasn’t just any video. It was Sin sprawled out on that bed in the warehouse, completely naked and touching himself—

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Travis said, watching over my shoulder. “I’m down.”

“On your knees?” East’s eyes glittered as he smirked.

“If that’s where he wants me.”

“Probably the only time you’re so accommodating.”

“Accommodating is the right word.” West snorted. “Look at the size of that thing. Our porn subscriptions are paying off.”

West zoom-pinched the screen as everyone crowded in, but there was no need for it. You could see Sin’s “thing” a mile away. Hell, you might even be able to see it from outer space.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dick that big in person,” East mused.

Daire’s eyes landed on him, his perpetual scowl in place. “You own a mirror, don’t you?”

East gave him a droll look. “You’re just jealous there’s something scarier than you in this van right now.”

Travis busted out laughing as Preston angled his head to the side, a wince marring his all-American good-boy features.

“That looks like it would cause serious damage. Not sure Serena would enjoy something that, um…big.”

“Maybe you should take her shopping one day and show her some options.” West smirked. “I’m sure polite missionary style gets boring after the millionth time with the same person. Shake things up, add some spice to your life.”

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