Salacious Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes #5)

THIRTY-FOUR

HEAVEN HAD NOTHING on what was happening inside condo #4207. The weekend had been better than any dream or fantasy I’d ever had, and considering I had the imagination of a sexual deviant, that was saying something.

Every muscle in my body was deliciously sore, but considering my ass was feeling it the most, sitting was out of the question at the moment. Instead, I stood at the kitchen island, refueling with several bags of chips, alternating between barbecue, Cool Ranch Doritos, and salt and vinegar. Only the healthiest of options, obviously, but I needed the carbs.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna need a caffeine drip,” Caleb said as he emerged from his room in a pair of sweatpants. He caged me in from behind, pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and then dropped his chin there to rest. “You’re trying to kill me.”