Insatiable Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 2)

WILL HE OR won’t he show?

That was the only question on my mind as I looked to the door for what had to be the hundredth time that morning. Donovan had left me with one hell of a set of blue balls last night, even though I’d brought it on myself. I had no business getting him alone when I knew I couldn’t follow through, but the temptation to touch him had been impossible to resist.

Would it be the same for him? I’d already filled Rafferty in on the possibility, but he didn’t seem to think it would happen. My scene partner, a guy he’d worked with on many different shoots, was on set already, and it was clear he expected the two of us to work together today.

But if Donovan showed, all bets were off. The studio wanted me happy, and getting Donovan to do this with me was my first choice.

I glanced over at my scene partner getting ready. He was a slight, delicate sort of guy, one I would’ve feared breaking apart if I hadn’t seen some of his work already. Alcan could hold his own despite his thin frame, and he had the dick to back it up.

It was too bad my cock was already so focused on another.

If he doesn’t show up, it’ll have to…

As I slid on the suit jacket I’d be wearing in today’s scene, I looked yet again at the door.

He wasn’t coming, was he? In any of the ways I’d been looking forward to.

Which meant I needed to get my dick on board with this other guy if I had any hope of making my first non-solo shoot one that would satisfy all the fans I’d met last night.

I checked myself in the mirror, tugging down my cuffs before taking in the fit of the suit. It was more buttoned up than I’d been last night, but none of it would be on for very long.

“What do you think?” I asked Anita. “Hair up or down?”

“Down. More for him to grab on to.” She said it so matter-of-factly before walking away that I couldn’t help cracking a smile. For her and the rest of the crew, this was just another day after years of working in the adult industry, but I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get used to this.

I’d untied my hair and shaken it loose when the door opened and—holy shit—Donovan stepped inside.

No. Fucking. Way. 

I grinned as he scanned the room, and when his eyes locked on mine, he smirked.

Oh yeah, he knew I’d been standing there waiting for him to walk through that door, and I didn’t give a flying fuck.

He was in a pair of jeans that looked tailor made; they molded to the thighs he’d wrapped around me last night—not to mention cradled the bulge between them like I had. He’d paired them with a white button-down shirt that was tucked in, with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, and over that he had a navy vest that gave him a high-end but casual look. A look that made me want to mess him up.

Donovan shut the door, and Rafferty turned to see who’d just stepped onto his set. My director glanced back at me, surprise plastered all over his features.

“Told you he’d come.”

Rafferty’s dark eyes narrowed. “That’s yet to be seen.”

My lips twitched as my attention shifted back to Donovan. “You give me ten minutes with him and he’ll be coming so hard you’re going to get noise complaints from the neighbors.”

“That’s big talk.”

It was, but Rafferty hadn’t been in that hall with us last night. He hadn’t seen the way Donovan had come alive under my touch. Hell, I bet I could get him there in five. He was here, wasn’t he?

“You know I can back it up.”

Rafferty grunted. “Well, it’s not you who needs to back it up. So let’s see what kind of mindset your pretty boy is in before we send home Alcan.”

I shrugged as though it were no skin off my nose, but truth be told, I was ready to go out and hail Alcan a taxi myself.

“Well, look who decided to come back and pay me a little visit,” Rafferty said as Donovan came to a stop opposite him, a smile playing across the mouth I’d fantasized about all night. “I have to admit, when Sin mentioned he ran into you last night and that you might show up today, I thought he was delusional. But here you are.”

“Here I am.” Donovan’s eyes caught on mine, that teasing grin now matching the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What can I say? Sin was very convincing last night. Very”—he trailed his eyes down over me, zeroing in on my zipper—“hard to ignore.”

Rafferty looked my way, his brow arched. “I’m sure he was.”

I slipped my hands into my pockets to give them something to do other than reach for Donovan. “Rules are rules.”

“So they are. I’m glad to see you stuck to them.” Rafferty turned his attention back to Donovan. “But that still doesn’t explain your sudden change of heart.”

“I think it explains it very well. He said the only way I could have him was to be here at nine,” Donovan said. “So here I am.”

Rafferty scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Aren’t you a confident one? What happened to all that modesty of yours? Pouches and genital guards are still not part of the wardrobe today.”

“I understand. But I was told a mask would be.”

“Ah. I see.” Rafferty turned to me, and I flashed my most convincing smile.

“I was going to mention that part.”

“Oh, were you now?”

“Yeah. I mean, what’s hotter than a man I have to have, even if I don’t know his identity? A masked man of mystery.”

“Hmm.” Rafferty tapped a finger to pursed lips. “That is intriguing.”

“Right, and sensual…”

“Yes, yes, and the only thing that would be covered—”

“Would be my face,” Donovan said.

Fuck. Just the thought of Donovan completely naked and under me had me raring to go. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it was going to be like when I actually had him in front of me.

Rafferty narrowed his eyes, looking between the two of us as he continued tapping his lips. “I see it. I like it. You do know we require you to be tested—”

Donovan pulled a folded paper from the back of his pants. “Got it.”

“And we’ll need you to fill out some paperwork.”

“No problem.”

“Hmm. And a mask is absolutely necessary? You’ve got such a pretty face.”

“He does, but I’ll make sure that’s not the head anyone’s paying attention to,” I said.

Heat flared in Donovan’s eyes, and Rafferty finally nodded.

“I suppose I can’t argue with that. Let’s get you signed off, and then Sin’ll get you off.”

A choked laugh escaped Donovan, and I winked at him as Anita took his arm and led him away to get changed. That only took a few minutes, more than enough time for Rafferty to break the news to my former scene partner that he wouldn’t be needed for the day. I heard Alcan start to put up a fight until he realized he’d still get paid for showing up, and then he left pretty quickly.

I wasn’t sorry at all about it.

My dick was already up and raring to go, had been from the second Donovan had walked through the door. The only problem: I was hoping I lasted long enough to get inside him.

I looked to where he was signing the consent forms and let myself really look at him while his attention was elsewhere. Not that I minded his catching me staring, but soon the cameras would be on us and I’d have to slip into a character.

He’d changed into a suit similar to mine, all buttoned up and ready for my hands to tear into them. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold myself back otherwise. I called Rafferty over.

“You don’t need these clothes back, do you?” I said.

“Unless you’re planning on ripping them off, I do.”

I gave him a wolfish grin. “That’s exactly what I was planning.”

“Then by all means, feel free to shred.” Rafferty snapped his fingers, and one of his assistants came running with the storyboard. “Anita, pretty boy. Get over here.”

As they headed our way, I could see the curious expression on Donovan’s face as he took in the set. Last time things had been simple. A bed in a warehouse, right to the point. This time, however, the room looked like a party, with extras waiting off to the side and almost the entire space being used. There wasn’t a bed in sight, but that was one of the many things Rafferty pointed out as he showed off his board.

“The scene starts and you see each other from across the room,” he said, gesturing exaggeratedly. “Since pretty boy here will be in a mask, Sin, you’ll be curious to follow him as he moves through the party to somewhere a little more private.”

This was sounding awfully familiar.

“No one’s around, but there’s a tension as you lead him through the study.” Rafferty’s overdramatic tone had me biting the inside of my cheek. “But that’s not where the chase ends. You step outside, to the twinkling lights of the garden…”

I glanced over at the trellis and the fake shrubbery and tried to imagine whether anyone would buy that we were outside. Not that anyone would care.

“Here, you’ll see a plethora of opportunities. The stone bench… The stone pillar… Which will you use? That is the question only you two can answer.” Rafferty waggled his brows before clasping his hands together. “I, for one, am excited.”

“That makes two of us,” I said.

“Three.” Donovan shoved his hands in his pockets, and the seductive smile he gave me shot straight to my dick.

“Okay then, let’s not waste any more time. I believe in striking while the iron is hot, and you two are…definitely hot.” Rafferty turned to the crowd waiting in the main “room” of the party and clapped his hands together. “Places, everyone, places!”

As everyone moved into position, Anita came over to Donovan with his mask. It was a beautiful gold Venetian type, with lace and beading that would twinkle under the light. It was opulent, luxurious, and would match perfectly with the highlights in his blond hair.

I walked over and gestured to the mask. “May I?”

She shrugged and handed it over, and Donovan’s eyes fell to it. I walked behind him and placed the disguise gently over his face, and as I tied it, I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You just stand there and look fucking gorgeous. I’ll handle things from here.”

Rafferty looked to us then and gestured toward the crowd.

I took Donovan’s hand and led him into the cast of extras where he would begin the scene, then brushed my thumb over the back of his hand and let it go.

“See you soon,” I said, then moved to my position across the room.