Free Club Prive Book 3 by M. S. Parker

bowl of fresh fruit, neatly sliced, sat to one side of the plate, and next to it was a small plate with two eggs, sunny side up. My stomach growled loud enough for me to blush, but Gavin didn’t say a word. I shifted my gaze across the tray to the mug of coffee, and right next to it was a single rose. It was the most exquisite flower I’d ever seen. Pure, snow white with just the tips a deep, crimson red.
     
    “Thank you.” The words came out in a whisper. I reached out and brushed my fingers over the rose petals. They were as soft as they looked.
     
    “You’re very welcome.” Gavin sat on the bed next to me. “Shall we share this amazing-looking food?”
     
    “I thought you said you couldn’t cook?” I teased.
     
    “I can’t.” He grinned at me as he picked up one of the two forks. “It’s room service.”
     
    “Room service?” I asked. “This isn’t a hotel.”
     
    His grin widened. “No, but next door is.”
     
    I gave him a puzzled look, but didn’t waste any more time asking questions. The food smelled far too good. The first bite of the cinnamon roll was just as good as I’d imagined.
     
    “I send my out-of-town clients to the hotel and they give me... perks.” Gavin took a bite of the roll, chewing as slowly as I was to savor the flavor. After he’d swallowed, he clarified, “I order their room service from time to time.”
     
    I leaned forward to take another bite and Gavin’s gaze dropped. It was only then that I realized the sheet had fallen, exposing my breasts. I flushed and pulled it back up to cover myself.
     
    Gavin reached for me, his eyes blazing in that way that made my mouth go dry. He slid a finger between the sheet and my skin.
     
    “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” His voice was a soft caress. With a gentle tug, he pulled the sheet from beneath my hand, baring my flesh to the cool air. “I could stare at you for hours.”
     
    I shivered as he lightly traced across the top of my breast and down to my rapidly hardening nipple. He circled the dusky rose-colored flesh with his fingertip, then pulled his hand back. Without another word, he resumed eating. After a moment, I did the same, not bothering to cover myself again. I was still feeling a bit self-conscious, but the admiration I saw on Gavin’s face was enough to keep it at bay.
     
    We were halfway through our meal when Gavin broke the silence. “We should go away next weekend.”
     
    I stopped with my fork halfway in my mouth. I had to have misheard him. There was no way he’d just asked me to go on a trip with him.
     
    Gavin either didn’t seem to notice my silence or he was intentionally ignoring it. “A nice, romantic weekend in the Hamptons. What do you think?”
     
    I was grateful that I had a mouth full of food. It gave me the opportunity to think as I chewed and swallowed. I loved the idea of spending an entire weekend with Gavin, and the fact that he wanted it to be someplace romantic made it all the more special. If he’d just wanted sex, all he would’ve have to do would be to ask me to come here. Taking me to the Hamptons, that meant something more. That was the kind of thing couples did.
     
    “I’d love to,” I said as soon as I could manage the words.
     
    Gavin beamed. He leaned over and brushed his lips across my forehead. It was a chaste gesture, almost out of place, but I loved that he’d done it. While I enjoyed the passion and the sex, it was nice to know that he would do something nearly platonic. It made me feel like there was more to our relationship than just fucking.
     
    “It’s getting late,” Gavin said. I could hear the reluctance in his voice. “I need to get ready for work.”
     
    I sighed. He was right. Our little bubble was nice, but it couldn’t last. The real world was out there and we’d both have to face it sooner or later. “Me too.” I didn’t even want to think about the work I was going to have to do when I got in to the office. It had