Insatiable Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 2)

“SIN, I’D LIKE you to meet…” Rafferty’s words trailed off, his forehead bunching as he looked at the guy joining us.

The blond in the robe kicked up a brow like he was surprised our director fumbled for his name. Hell, with a gorgeous face like his, I couldn’t believe it either. “Donovan,” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Or Van for short.”

I smiled as I held my hand out toward him. “Pleasure to meet you, Donovan. I won’t be forgetting your name.” Not when I expected to call it out soon.

Hazel eyes, more green than brown under the lights, held mine as he shook my hand. His warm, strong grip had my dick reacting immediately.

This…had been a fucking fantastic idea. Whatever doubt I’d had—which wasn’t much at this point—vanished the second I saw Donovan walk into the room. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting paid to spend a few hours with this guy, and if what he was hiding under the robe was even half as hot as his face, it was going to be one of the best days of my life.

“Sin…” Donovan still had a hold of my hand, curiosity in those interesting eyes of his. “That can’t be your real name.”

“It is for today.”

His gaze trailed down my face, and I felt the scorching heat of it the further it went. Down my neck, to my chest where my robe was cinched close. I wished I’d left it open now, so he could look his fill. I had a feeling he’d like what he saw.

“You two are going to be fabulous together,” Rafferty said, his interruption causing Donovan to drop his hand from mine. “Anita, let’s get them oiled up and we can get started. If you’re both ready?”

“Absolutely.” I didn’t waste any time peeling out of the robe and handing it off to one of the assistants nearby. As I turned back around, Donovan’s heated stare was centered directly below my hips. If the way his lips parted was any indication, he definitely liked what he saw.

Anita began to apply a light oil to my back, and I watched Donovan swallow and look away, schooling his face into something more neutral.

“Will we be using pouches or nude thongs for this shoot?” he asked Rafferty as he untied his robe. It parted just enough that I could see a hint of the light golden tan of his skin… Such a tease.

Rafferty moved behind the camera, checking the angle. “Sorry, what?”

“It’s standard to use genital guards for a nude shoot,” Donovan said.

Rafferty looked from Donovan to me to his assistant. “I’m confused.”

“I’m guessing this is your first time doing this? The stylist you hired should’ve brought a few options.” Donovan glanced over my shoulder at Anita. “Do you have them on hand? Once we’re oiled up, we also need to see the pieces we’re modeling, see which is a better fit for us.”

Anita’s hand stilled on my arm as she and Rafferty stared at each other in silence for a long moment. No one seemed to know what to say to that.

“Does he mean…condoms?” Anita said.

Bewilderment was written all over Rafferty’s face as he threw his hands up and said, “Did we hire a new director and no one thought to tell me?” He turned his attention to Donovan. “No condoms, no pouches, and no robe. We’re on a deadline, people.”

With a snap of his fingers, everyone began to move again. Anita finished off my arms and moved down my lower back to my ass, and all the while Donovan hesitated. I wasn’t sure what the issue was, or what genital guards were even for, since we’d been tested and cleared for today. Maybe he was shy?

“This your first time?” I asked, trying to make him a little more comfortable.

“No. I’ve been doing this for years, but this situation…” He gestured around. “This is not what I’m used to.”

“Does anyone ever get used to this?” It was a wild kind of situation but hey, you only lived once, right?

Donovan’s lips quirked and his shoulders relaxed a little. “You’re right. It is kind of an unusual situation, but I’ve never known a director to be so blasé about his models’ modesty.”

Modesty? Huh. That was a weird word to throw around on a set like this, but it wasn’t my place to judge. Just because I had no issue stripping down and using what God gave me to make a few bucks, that didn’t mean this Donovan guy felt the same. This might’ve been a last resort for him, a job he fell into when he was down on his luck and couldn’t find a way out. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable.

“If it helps any, this is my first time too.”

Donovan’s eyes lowered to where Anita was now crouched in front of me oiling up my legs, and they caught on my nine-incher and widened.

“Not sure how that’s supposed to help. If anything, it’s just going to make this more…difficult. We really should have some kind of protection.”

I frowned as Donovan turned away, clearly searching out Rafferty, but he was nowhere in sight. Not the best idea when one of his stars was acting a little antsy. The last thing I wanted was for Donovan to bolt. Now that I’d seen him, I knew he’d be perfect for my big debut. But that wouldn’t happen if he didn’t calm down.

“Look, maybe Rafferty has gone to get those guard things you were talking about.” Hell, I had no idea. But if it chilled this guy out, I’d play along.

Anita rose to her feet and reached for the belt of Donovan’s robe, and his hands flew to the tie. “What are you doing?”

“You heard Rafferty. We need to get you naked and oiled up.”

The confusion swirling in his eyes was now tinged with a distinct flare of irritation. “If you think I’m about to strip out of this robe without some sort of explanation as to what is going on, you have lost your mind. I’m a professional.”

Okay, so maybe not nervous? Maybe just a diva? He’d seemed pretty put out that Rafferty didn’t know him, and this spectacle about maintaining his modesty seemed a little overboard, considering what was about to happen. The guy needed to get over his hang-ups. Especially since I was about to get up close and personal with him in about five minutes.

“Look here, kid.” Anita put her hands on her hips. “I get it. You got a pretty face, a killer body, and most people probably listen when you talk. But me, I don’t get paid enough to take your shit. I’m standing in a run-down warehouse oiling up two guys who are about to fuck on that bed. So you think you got issues? I haven’t had sex in a year and a half. Now lose the damn robe.”

Donovan blinked, his face frozen in a “stunned fish” expression until Anita clapped her hands in front of him.

“Lose the robe.”

“Did you just say ‘oiling two guys who are going to fuck’?”

Anita let out a sigh, aiming her eyes to the ceiling. “Oh, for the love of God. Do you not see the big dick standing behind me? What did you think he was here for?”

Donovan looked past her to where I stood naked, oiled, and pretty damn hard after his little outburst, and he shook his head.

“You think I’m going to… That we’re going to…” He looked around the warehouse, at the lighting, the cameras, the person with the boom mic, and like a bell had just clanged in his head, he muttered, “Fuck me.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Anita said. “I think he’s going to fuck you. No offense, but he’s definitely the top here, pretty boy. Now lose the robe.”

My lips twitched as Donovan’s eyes narrowed. It was obvious from his outburst that there was some kind of mix-up happening here. But damn, the flush of irritation staining his cheeks made me wish he was here for the same reason I was.

“I’m not losing anything.” In fact, he belted that robe tighter. “There’s been some kind of mix-up. I’m not a…not a…”

“Bottom?” Anita suggested.

“Porn star.”

“Oh. Oh.” She pulled her hands back and gripped the bottle of oil tight. “So what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. Clearly.”

Damn it. Well, there went my fantasy of getting to see what was under that robe. Not to mention how he’d feel under me on that bed.

“What exactly did you think you were here to do?”

“What I’m getting paid to. Model the latest Onyx watch.”

There was utter incredulity on Anita’s face as she stared at Donovan. “Rafferty?” she called out over her shoulder. “We have a situation.”

“Handle it,” he said, his focus on the storyboard he and his assistant were going over.

“I would, but, uh…this guy isn’t here for our scene.”

Rafferty’s head shot up. “Come again?”

“Nope, none of that,” Anita said, and gestured to Donovan. “He’s here to model jewelry—”

“Watches,” Donovan corrected her.

“That’s what I said, watches.” She held out her oil-slicked hands. “So where’s the next guy I need to rub down?”

Several heartbeats passed as Rafferty’s horrified gaze flicked between Donovan and me, and the smile he’d worn the whole time I was here vanished in an instant.

“Rafferty?” she asked again, and that seemed to snap him out of his panicked state.

Still clutching the storyboard, he approached Donovan. “Any interest in being our plus-one today?”

Donovan’s hazel eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

“He’s asking if you’re down to let me fuck you,” I said, sauntering over to join the conversation. If there was a chance my first shoot could be with this guy, I was taking it. He’d already been checking me out, so this could be a nice turn of events.

A very nice turn.

Heat flared in Donovan’s eyes, overpowering the surprise written all over his face. He couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud, propositioning him right here in front of everyone, but that was the job. Not to mention I’d never been shy about going after someone I wanted. What had Anita called him? A pretty boy? I wanted this pretty boy down on all fours for me, oiled down so I could run my hands over what I knew would be a tight, firm ass—

“Oh, I get it,” Donovan said, his expression relaxing. “Did my friends put you up to this? Is this one of those ‘you got punked’ shows? Good one. You almost had me.”

Reaching down, I wrapped a fist around my cock and arched a brow. “Does it look like I’m joking?”

He wasn’t shy about looking at my growing erection, that was for damn sure, and he white-knuckled his robe as he licked his lips. I didn’t think he was even aware of his actions, but he was telling me in no uncertain terms that he wanted me. My dick was already making my own interest known, so really, what was the problem here? The money was good. But I didn’t think a guy used to modeling Onyx watches was hurting for a few bucks the way I was, so I kept that bit for myself and let the stroke of my hand over my cock do the talking.

Conflict warred in his eyes…and then Rafferty had to open his big-ass mouth.

“We need a decision here—time’s a wasting. And we can’t have Sin coming until we get it on camera.”

Donovan blinked, shaking his head, and I knew then it wasn’t gonna happen.

“Sorry about the mix-up,” he said. “But you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“You sure about that?” I asked.

He hesitated, giving me one last once-over. “Yeah, unfortunately, I am.”

Even as he said the words, they sounded a lot like regret, and as he turned and walked away, I couldn’t help the disappointment settling in my gut.

But oh well. The show had to go on—with or without that pretty boy.