Chapter 60

He turned on the radio and found a station that played the kind of music Tom enjoyed: Streisand, Bennett, Sinatra, Garland, with some Neil Sedaka and Connie Francis thrown in for good measure.

Something slow and bluesy was playing, and a warm, husky alto sang about how she loved the man of her heart.

Jack crossed the floor and pulled Tom into his arms.

“I like this song.” Tom gave a contented sigh and slid his arms around Jack’s neck.

“Mmm.” Jack was busy nibbling on Tom’s neck, his hands molding the firm globes of his lover’s ass as they began to move to the music.

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When the young man from room service arrived with their meal, it was on a rolling cart that doubled as a table large enough for two. It was set with a white linen tablecloth, gold trimmed plates, and etched goblets for ice water and matching flutes for their champagne. In the center of the table, a gardenia floated in a bowl of water that contained a couple of fancy goldfish.