Page 79 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“We should talk about this.”

Donovan was silent for a long moment, staring at our hands. “Yeah.”

“What Rafferty said…how do you feel about it?”

“Proud of you, first of all.”

My eyes widened. That was not where I thought he was about to go with this. “Proud?” I repeated.

“Yeah. Highest-rated scenes? Getting so many people to join a site just to see you? That’s amazing.”

“Not like I had a whole lot to do with a God-given appendage.”

“Oh my God, that’s not it,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You have a presence about you that the camera picks up on. That’s you, not your glorious dick, though that’s a definite perk.”

“One you don’t mind sharing?”

Donovan’s mouth snapped shut, and he seemed to weigh his words carefully. If it’d been the other way around, I was sure a “fuck no” would’ve rolled off my tongue.

“Honestly?” he said after a long moment. “This is uncharted territory for me. I’m not sure what is right for me to feel.”

“Rightfor you to feel? Why don’t you just tell mehowyou feel?”

“Because it’s selfish,” he said, dropping my hands and taking a step back. “Because I knew what I was getting myself into with you, and I did it anyway. This is your job.”

“And?”

His brow furrowed, and his hazel eyes searched mine. “And what?”

“And how does it make you feel, Donovan?”

“It…” He took in a deep inhale then let it out slowly. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not right to tell you to quit your job because I don’t want you with anyone else.”

“And that’s what you want?” I said, taking a step toward him. “To be the only one who touches me?”

When Donovan’s back hit the locker, I took his chin firmly between my fingers so he couldn’t look away. I knew the conflict he was feeling, knew which side he wanted to win out, because that was exactly what was happening inside me.

“What doyouwant?” His voice was practically a whisper.

I wanted to answer, to have some magic solution for us both, but just like Donovan, I didn’t know how to navigate these new waters.

“Talent, you’re needed on set—scene starts in five,” Rafferty’s assistant called over the megaphone.

“Shit.” There was no time to work through all this right now, not when we needed to get excited for a shoot we hadn’t even plotted out the basics of.

I dropped my hold on Donovan and backed away as I ran a hand through my hair. “We’ll, um. Talk about this later.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Looks like we’re going to have a lot to talk about this weekend.”

I helped him into his jersey, making sure it didn’t get stuck in the shoulder pads, and tried to shake off the gnawing feeling that was taking over.

Sex. Donovan naked. His cock hard in my hand; his cum dripping down my fingers.

Thatwas what I needed to focus on. For the next few hours, all I had to do was enjoy the man I craved with every part of me.

And whatever came after, we’d deal with it. Later.

TWENTY-SEVEN

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