Scandalous Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 3)

I SHOULD’VE KNOWN I wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. Not when temptation came in the form of someone as irresistible and goddamn sexy as Preston Abernathy.

Even a building full of people who could find out in a heartbeat didn’t stop me from yanking him inside a storage closet to continue the conversation he was so keen to have out in the open. But the minute the door shut, locking us into the cramped space, I no longer felt the need for words.

Except for four:

“Get on your knees.”

Preston’s eyes darkened, a hint of a smile on those full lips. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a kiss I didn’t protest. I softly moaned as his tongue flirted with mine, and I didn’t even care that he’d disobeyed my order. I wanted to sink into him, to claim that smart-assed mouth.

But Preston nipped at my lip and pulled away, that teasing grin back as he whispered, “Yes, sir.”

Then promptly dropped to his knees at my feet.

Fuck. Yes. It was wrong to want this right here, right now, but desire had overtaken me to the point that I wasn’t thinking straight. All I knew was I wanted his mouth on me, and I wanted him to swallow every bit I gave him.

My restless cock jerked as I moved my hands to my belt, but Preston shoved them away.

“Mine,” he said, that one word coming out in a possessive growl as he pulled the end of my belt free from the loop.

Jesus, he was unbelievable. So impeccably put together, with his dark hair styled back from his face and the sleeves of his cream cable-knit sweater pushed up his forearms, the floor of the storage closet dirtying up the knees of his blue chinos…

The sound of Preston lowering my zipper was all I could hear over the rapid beat of my heart. He wasn’t taking his time and drawing this out, something my impatient dick was grateful for.

With a quick shove, he had my pants and briefs down my thighs, and then he wrapped his fingers around me, and my head fell back with a thud against the door.

Preston bit back a grin, looking up at me from under hooded lids. “Quiet, Mr. Carrington. Or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He swiped his tongue over the head of my dick, seriously testing my ability to remain quiet. Faint voices from the ballroom filtered in through the cracks, reminding us that we weren’t alone. Not even close.

And yet somehow that was a thrilling thought. There was no reason we should be in here. There were too many people, people I was in charge of, and instead of being out there handing out orders, I was giving them privately to Preston.

This was so wrong.

But I didn’t want to stop.

Preston cradled the base of my cock in both hands and lowered his mouth onto me, and I drew in a sharp breath. Wet heat enveloped me inch by glorious inch, and all the while he kept his eyes on me, watching. Measuring my response. Adjusting accordingly to drive me out of my fucking mind.

I reached for him, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair, but then cursed and dropped my hand. I was already making a mess of his mouth—it would be too much to do the same to his hair.

So I kept my hands on the door, pressing my fingertips so hard against it that I’d be surprised if I didn’t find remnants of the wood underneath my nails later. I arched my hips, wanting more of that sinful tongue sliding along my length.

He felt so good. Too good. The way he sucked me so deep made me forget where we were, who we were.

“God, that mouth,” I said, keeping my voice low.

He swallowed around me, and the sensation on my dick was unbelievable. Before I could stop myself, I gripped the back of his head, not sure whether to hold him there or pull him away.

Preston’s cheeks hollowed out as he drew his mouth off me, continuing to pump his fist as he looked up, awaiting my instruction.

He was so beautiful. So submissive in that moment. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Preston smirked and dove back on me with hungry pulls of my cock. I didn’t know where he’d learned to suck a man off so well, but I wasn’t his first, and that thought filled me with such an irrational stab of jealousy that I twisted my fingers in his short strands, hauling him to his feet.

Confusion filled his glazed eyes, but I tightened my grip on the back of his neck and tugged him forward to close the inches between us. Our mouths crashed together, giving me a taste of myself on Preston’s tongue.

That’s right, I thought with satisfaction. That’s me you’ve been sucking. My cum you’ll be swallowing every last drop of. No one else.

Possessive fire rolled through me as I tried to sate whatever green-eyed monster had risen inside me by devouring his mouth. These weren’t the languid, exploring kisses from his time in my bed. They were ravenous, desperate. Preston seemed just as eager, like he couldn’t get enough of me either.

My sensitive cock grazed the bottom of his sweater, and I hissed out a breath, breaking our kiss. Whatever that moment of ludicrous jealousy had been, finally eased, and I grinned savagely as I pushed Preston back down to his knees.

“Make me come,” I said breathlessly.

He gripped the base of my dick, guiding it to his mouth. He tongued my weeping slit and then flicked it over the crown, fast and then slow, changing up the rhythm, his piercing eyes watching me the whole time.

I had to clench my molars to keep from crying out, because oh…my…God. This was both the best and worst idea I’d ever had. The sensation was so damn good, but the moment my eyes slammed shut, everything stopped.

What the hell?

“I don’t think so,” Preston said when my eyes flew open. “I want you looking at me while you fuck my mouth.”

“Sweet Jesus, you’re bossy.” I took hold of my rock-hard dick. “Open up that teasing mouth.”

One of the hottest things about Preston was the way he took an order. Those swollen lips parted, and the urge to paint them was overwhelming. With my pre-cum glistening at the tip of my cock, I traced a path along his sexy mouth. And being the naughty flirt he was, he stuck his tongue out, asking for more.

Smirking, I slid myself along his wet heat, but I had a feeling drawing it out was more torture for me than it was for him.

Until his mouth closed over my dick with a powerful suction that made my eyes roll in the back of my head. Preston moved his hands to my ass, digging his fingers into my cheeks as he took me all the way to the back of his throat.

Oh God. I wouldn’t last much longer. There was no way.

And then he moaned. The low sound vibrated around my cock, and the dam holding back my orgasm broke.

It rushed down my spine, and I’d opened my mouth to warn him when the doorknob my hand rested on began to turn. Alarm pricked my chest at the same second I began to come; my release exploded into Preston’s mouth as the door rattled.

His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop, swallowing me down as voices complained on the other side of the door.

I didn’t remember locking it, but thank fuck some part of me had retained some common sense, even if it didn’t seem like it at the moment. I bit down on my knuckles in an effort to keep quiet as I shattered under Preston’s masterful touch.

“I guess we need a key. Has anyone seen Archer?” The voice belonged to one of the board members, who would be utterly scandalized to know what was happening inside this supply closet.

They tried the knob again before wandering off, their voices growing softer as they headed down the hall.

My entire body trembled as Preston slowed, having wrung every last drop during my panic. He drew himself off my spent cock and tucked me back inside my briefs. I was still breathing heavily from both my orgasm and the fact that we’d almost gotten caught, but if it bothered Preston, he wasn’t showing it.

Instead, he took care of me—pulling my slacks up my thighs as he rose to his feet, zipping and fastening my belt, putting me back together after I’d fallen apart in spectacular fashion.

“We should do that again,” he whispered against my lips. “Soon.”

I shook my head. “Trouble.”

“Yeah, you are. But it was worth it.”

How he could be in such a playful mood after we’d almost gotten busted was beyond me.

But damn, he was gorgeous.

I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger. A soft, gentle kiss was all we had time for, even as I yearned to reciprocate the pleasure he’d given me.

“Next time I get my mouth on you, I won’t be able to stop,” I warned.

“Promise?” A smile turned up his lips, flushed and puffy from devouring my cock. Would it be obvious to anyone else what he’d been up to?

I smoothed the back of his hair, and he closed his eyes, leaning into my touch.

“Promise,” I said, the word barely audible. My heart was still beating rapidly, a countdown to when our visitors would be back, but this time with a key. Why did it seem like we never had enough time? “You need to go first.”

He nodded and swept another kiss across my mouth. But before he could slip out the door, I grabbed his arm.

I wanted to make sure we were good. That the reason we’d ended up here in the first place, the fact that I’d been ignoring him, was no longer an issue.

“I know,” he said, shooting me a wink as he flipped the lock. “And don’t worry about me freaking out again. I don’t think you’ll be able to walk the rest of the day without thinking of me now.”