Page 10 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

How in the hell did I get here? A few weeks ago I’d been on the brink of losing my apartment, and now I had one of the hottest clubs in the city hosting an event in my name, to introduce me—and my body—to the adult entertainment world, calling me the “the next big thing.”

This shit was wild.

Shouts of “Sin, look over here” had me focusing on the job at hand—eye-fucking the cameras, just as Rafferty had instructed.I could do that. Pretend that lens was someone I wanted to get down and dirty with. Someone like…

A pair of hazel eyes flooded my mind, and I found myself biting down on my lower lip, remembering the heat in that stare. Donovan had no shame at all watching me get myself off for him, even if he’d decided not to join in. Something I probably would’ve taken offense to if he hadn’t been on the way to his own shoot.

Damn, but he was gorgeous. If he really did model for brands like Onyx, I could understand why. That perfect face, those blond, tousled strands that fell across it, and the peek of a toned body beneath that robe… I couldn’t get the guy out of my head, and I was kicking myself for not getting his number or finding out a way to see him again. It wasn’t enough that I pictured him every time I fucked my fist—I wanted to fuck what I knew would be a tight, round ass.

“Sin, this way,” a photographer shouted, and I faced his direction briefly before a hand landed on my arm.

“We’ve got some interviews lined up for you inside,” my handler for the evening said, ushering me toward the entrance.

Those interviews turned out to be pretty painless, given that I wasn’t really telling them anything about myself, but about the persona they wanted me to have. I wasn’t Kelly Sinclair to them—I was Sin. Putting on that character—the one people would want to watch, subscribe to, get off to—was easier than I expected. Maybe it was that I didn’t feel the need to hold anything back when they asked what would normally be considered invasive questions.

What was my dream scenario, the one I was dying to act out?

What scenes did I watch that really turned me on?

How big was my cock, really?

All questions I could work with that didn’t tell them a thing about my personal life.

When I’d charmed my way through all the interviews, I finally got the chance to hit up the bar. I needed a drink or three. I started to order my usual, a Jack on the rocks, but considering I was the guest of the evening and wouldn’t be paying for a thing, I decided to go with something more top shelf.

As I lifted the Sazarac to my lips, I leaned against the bar, scanning the crowd packing the club. I recognized several of the guys from watching them on the site, surprised to find that quite a few were shorter than I thought. I wondered which of them I’d be paired up with next, along with who hadn’t shown for my first day. Apparently there’d been a mix-up and he’d been double-booked, but that had worked in my favor, in a way. No better way to showcase myself than a solo act with a hot piece of eye candy behind the camera.

The liquor was smooth going down, maybe too smooth, and I quickly finished off my glass and ordered a second. As I swallowed that first sip, a group of rich-looking, attractive guys walked through the VIP entrance, and as a familiar face came into view, I choked on my drink.

He was wearing more than just a robe tonight, but that tailored navy suit cut around Donovan’s body so well he may as well have been naked. The man was beautiful. And he was here.

Holy shit, whatwashe doing here?

I watched as he and his group were led to one of the roped-off areas, and I wondered who they were that they were receiving special treatment that not even some of the stars of the company were getting.

Someone moved in beside me, attempting to make conversation, and I mustered up a bit of small talk, but I couldn’t help the way my gaze kept traveling back to Donovan.

I’d made the mistake of letting him go once. I wouldn’t do it again.

“Excuse me,” I said, pushing off the bar and heading in Donovan’s direction. I didn’t give a shit that he was surrounded by others or that one of them could be a boyfriend. He hadn’tseemedtaken when his eyes had been on me.

Laser focused now, I didn’t stop for anyone trying to get my attention. There wasn’t a person in the room that could compare to the guy I was heading toward. As I got closer, heads began to turn in my direction. First one of the dark-headed guys, who smacked the one beside him in the stomach, and then one by one, like dominos falling, they all stared at me—all but the one I was there for.

Donovan had bent down to make a drink from the bottles lining the table, and as he straightened, his eyes collided with mine, and my breath caught. For a long moment, he didn’t move, and then one side of his lips kicked up and his shoulders relaxed.

“Mind if I join you?” I said, not taking my eyes from his. They weren’t as green tonight under the darker lights. The brown was more prominent and just as alluring.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” said the dark-haired guy with kohl-rimmed eyes, as he unclipped the velvet rope that sectioned off their area. “You must be Sin.”

I forced myself to look away from Donovan. “I am. Heard of me?”

“More like seen you.” He smirked and held out his hand. “I’m Travis.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Travis.”

“Trust me when I say the pleasure’s all ours,” one of the other guys said, an arrogant curl to his lips. He knocked Travis’s hand out of the way to take mine. “You can call me East. Or whatever the hell you want.”

“Jesus Christ, let the guy get a drink before you dig your claws in.” Dressed all in black with a scowl, another guy gestured toward the table in the center. “You look like you need a refill.”

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