Page 119 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“I’m calling ye my wee wild cat from now on,” his voice was gruff with amusement.

“Address me as Mrs DuMont-Bradley from now on.”

He laughed some more and looked over his shoulder pensively. “I cannae leave Patricia for long, trouble tends to follow the wee mite around. Let me make it up to ye and take ye to dinner tomorrow.”

“Kiss my black ass, Dougie,” I shot back as I searched for my keys in my bag. “Why would I go anywhere with you after the things you said?”

“Because you find me nice, funny and generally a cool person.” his attempt at an American accent was hilarious. I fought hard against the giggles but the darned thing spilled from my lips.

“You’re notthatfunny,” I lied badly, still chuckling. “Besides I’m swamped at work and Matt’s due home in two days. Don’t you ever work?”

Dougie shrugged. “I have people to run things in my absence.” He gave me that ‘aw shucks’ look of his and I rolled my eyes as he cajoled. “I am flying back to Scotland in three days,”

“And we’ve had lunch three times last week and twice this week.” My reminder made him grin. “Gloria wants your number by the way, I’m going to give it to her. You taking some of the members of my staff out last Friday earned you major points with her.”

Dougie’s features lost all traces of amusement. “Don’t ye dare.”

I grinned maliciously. “Why not? She’s keen on you and one of my good friends, besides, it’s been what? Three months since you broke up with your girlfriend, whom I never got to meet by the way. Some friend you are.”

“I’m licking my wounds, Madi, no women at the moment for me” He dropped his hold on my sleeve to reach up and tug the edges of my coat tighter, making sure I was snug. How sweet. “Tell yon cheeky Dante that the next time I return to London, I’ll teach him how to play Rugby. That’s a real man’s game.”

I shook my unclasped curls and stepped back. Dougie leaned forward to brush his lips across my cheek.

“Call me, aye?” he asked.

I sighed and nodded quickly as I finally pulled my keys out. “Aye. Go keep your sister out of trouble.”

“Call me tonight.” he ordered, backing away with a mock stern look.

“Kiss my-”

“Yummy arse.” Dougie finished with a wink.

I flipped him a very expressive finger as a goodbye and turned on my heels with his deep laughter following me to my car. I didn’t look back, even though a part of me wanted to. Dougie McGregor was complex no doubt, but in a world where I still felt out of place he was the one person who really didn’t give a toss about our different backgrounds. I opened up my car and hopped in, smiling to myself at the memory of Dougie hanging out with the gang. It must be the age thing because Matt didn’t mix with the others. He just didn’t view them as potential friends. Dougie was relaxed in their presence, never mind he was born with a bejewelled spoon in his mouth while they most certainly weren’t. Yeah, it had to be the age thing, right?

Matt was home. I must’ve gotten my days mixed up because it was Thursday not Friday, and my knight was home. As quietly as possible I tiptoed across the bedroom and headed into the en-suite. My shower was quick but thorough. Matt looked good enough to eat with the covers in disarray around his naked body. I dried off, bandaged a couple of my toes and happily crawled into bed as I deliberated whether to wake him for some welcome home sexing. Shoving down my urges, I flicked off the bedside light and snuggled up against his heat. I couldn’t stop the slow ass grinding as I got comfortable. Seconds later Matt’s arm curved around me, his hand found its usual position over one of my boobs as we spooned.

“What time do you call this?” his voice was heavy with sleep.

“Early o’ clock.” I replied with another ass grind, hey, a girl has to be comfortable when trying to sleep. “I wasn’t expecting you home until tomorrow.”

“Mmm.” Matt grunted.

I risked another grind and got nothing. Matt had gone right back to sleep. Ten minutes later, and quite a fair amount of ‘getting comfortable’, Matt tightened his arm around me like a vice.

“Poppet,” he groaned. “Stop squirming.”

“Just trying to get comfortable.” I murmured.

Matt didn’t reply. Damn it. He’d gone right back to sleep. Well, I never. Stark naked and grinding up against his bits…didn’t Matt know that was the universal sign for ‘gimme some’?

I settled down and tried to sleep, which continued to prove elusive. It was hard to doze off when I was so horny with my sexy husband lying next to me. Plus my ass had a mind of its own. I couldn’t be held responsible for its actions. Yeah, I was still grinding.

“For the love of God,” Matt grumbled a short while later. “Will you please go to sleep?”

“I’m horny and you’ve been gone for 2 weeks.” I burst out.

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