Salacious Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes #5)

TWENTY-SEVEN

I WOKE UP breathing in Travis’s scent. He always smelled so fresh and clean, but there was an undertone in his cologne I couldn’t quite place. Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell, and it had to be chock-full of pheromones, because it attracted not only me, but everyone else in New York.

Damn, had I been dreaming about him? It felt like he was right there, wrapped around me. That was something we’d never done before, only ever passing out beside each other in beanbag chairs after a long night playing video games.

This was different. I’d never actively thought of Travis as more than my best friend, but now he was all I could think about. Some kind of switch had been flipped, and I wanted to find out what I’d been missing all these years. I needed to feel his mouth swallowing my cock again. Wondered how it would feel to do the same to him, if I’d even like it.