Page 186 of Lovers' Dance

He hadn’t asked much of me, had he? Why did it have to be this though?Stupid gazillionaire.

“Okay,” I mumbled softly.

“Beg pardon? What?” he asked, releasing his grip on my shoulders to cup my face.

“I said okay,” I half-yelled in frustration. “But I don’t want anyone to know. I get to choose when and how and where. I don’t want you bossing me around and deciding how this is going to happen. And I want a handwritten apology from you when it’s proven that I am fine. And you have to promise to—I don’t want to—don’t make me go alone. Please, Matt. I don’t think I can—mmph.”

Matt was kissing me, kissing me senseless. Which was a good thing because I was absolutely terrified of what I had agreed to.

He tipped us on top of the bed.

“Didn’t we just do this?” I groaned as his nimble fingers made short work of the tie around my waist.

“Not exactly.” He nibbled my ear lobe. “That was to take the edge off weeks of celibacy. Now I’m going to shag you senseless.”

And he did, oh boy, he did. Afterward, we lay cuddling. Matt rose up to check the time.

“It’s eight forty-five, poppet. Do you want to go down for breakfast?”

I shook my head, and Matt relaxed against the pillows, twirling my hair around his fingers.

“Do you think I was made for you, Matt?” I asked in a voice that sounded drugged. I couldn’t move if my life depended on it. My senses had been shagged into oblivion. Hopefully they returned soon.

“Mhmm,” he murmured. “Didn’t I just finish demonstrating what a perfect fit we are?”

I laughed, then yawned and snuggled closer to him.

“Tired?” he queried, burying his face in my hair.

“Lacking energy more like. Are we lazing about all day?”

“You can, poppet. I need to get some work done today. In fact—” He shuffled around, gently lifting me off his chest and propping me over the pillows. “I should be in the office checking emails right now to be honest. I have a backlog of reports from the past couple of days that need going through, and I need to make a few international conference calls.”

Matt was always working. I felt extremely guilty for being the cause of him taking time off work the past couple of days.

“Do you have enough energy to join me in the shower?” he asked, wagging his eyebrows at me in a suggestive manner.

I raised up an arm and let it fall back to the mattress, like deadweight. Matt chuckled and pressed a soft kiss over my forehead before climbing out of bed.

“Fine then, keep my side warm, poppet. I’m going to have a shower, spend a few hours in the office, then come back to bed.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I murmured, snuggling under the duvet covers and closing my eyes.

“Poppet,” Matt said.

I cracked one eye open. “Mmm?”

“You know I only want what’s best for you, don’t you?”

I cracked the other eye open, too. “I know.”

“You know you can depend on me for anything,” he continued.

“I know, Matt.”

“You also know that I will hold you to your word about what we discussed before—”

“Before you shagged me senseless?” I teased, wanting to get him off this topic. Man. I agreed to get help, didn’t I? What? Did he think I would back out…okay, I was already thinking of ways to back out.

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