Club Prive Book 2 (Volume 2) by M. S. Parker Read Free Book Online

I watched those beautiful blue eyes darken. He swallowed hard as my hand came to rest on the bulge at the front of his pants. I moved my fingers, ever so slightly, and felt him twitch. I smiled and began to caress him through the fabric of his pants. He swelled under my touch.
    After just a couple minutes, Gavin’s fingers closed around my wrist, moving my hand back to his knee. He leaned over and spoke low in my ear, the rough edge to his voice making my knees weak. “If you’d kept that up, I would’ve had a very embarrassing wet spot on the front of my pants.”
    I grinned, a surge of pride going through me that I’d been able to make him respond like that.
    “I’m going to need a minute,” he said. “And then we’re going to make some rounds, because if we keep sitting here, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from asking you to finish what you started.”
    I removed my hand from his leg and tried not to think about how obvious his erection would be if he stood up right now. It wasn’t easy.
    Several very long minutes passed, and then Gavin stood. He held out his hand and I took it, shivering as our palms skimmed each other. He hooked my arm through his again and we began to walk. He greeted people at every table we passed. Most appeared genuinely pleased to see him, and a few of the men gave Gavin sly smiles, their eyes flicking to me and back again while their wives looked oblivious. It took me until we were halfway through the room before I realized what those smiles were about.
    Those men were members of Club Privé. A hot blush began creeping up my neck as I realized what they must be thinking about me. Did they know that Gavin had used the club’s room? Did they know with whom? I didn’t think Gavin was the type to brag about his conquests, and I certainly hoped I was more to him than that, but men talked and, sometimes, things slipped out, even if unintentionally.
    I mentally scolded myself. I was a consenting adult, and I’d more than consented to what Gavin and I had done. I’d initiated it. There was nothing shameful about it, and I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I lifted my chin and made sure the next guy who gave me that look got a hard stare in return. If Gavin noticed, he didn’t say anything about it, he just continued to steer us around the tables.
    We stopped at the center one.
    “Carrie, you remember Howard.”
    “Of course,” I said automatically.
    “Carrie works for Ms. Styles. We all met last week,” Gavin explained to Howard.
    He didn’t remember who I was. It didn’t surprise me. Aside from the fact that I’d just been a paralegal there for note-taking at the time of our first introduction, I had a feeling Howard had his hands full trying to remember the names of all of the women in his life. Case in point, Howard’s table was the main table in the middle of the room. Three seats were empty and the other ones were occupied by beautiful women, each looking like she belonged in a Playboy spread. At least they were more clothed than those models. They all wore expensive-looking dresses that showed off their varying sizes of cleavage and hips. I suddenly felt like the Plain Jane I’d always believed myself to be.
    “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Howard stood and extended his hand.
    I disentangled myself from Gavin and let Howard take my hand. He looked all the more like one of those old-fashioned movie stars when he raised my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. My cheeks heated. I’d never had someone do that before, and I wondered if he did that for everyone or if he was just being extra charming because I was there as Gavin’s date.
    “Thank you, sir,” I said.
    “I can’t believe I don’t remember meeting you before,” he said, his gaze running over me. It wasn’t lecherous, but there was something about it that made me uncomfortable. “Surely I would have noticed someone who looked like you.”
    I gave him a half-smile. “This isn’t