Page 120 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Fucking hell,” Matt groaned in the darkness. “We can shag all you want when the sun comes up, but for right now please go to sleep.”

“Fine,” I grumbled back. “Maybe I’ll just fiddle with myself then. I don’t need a man. Maybe I’ll just see to my own needs.”

Matt pulled away and seconds later his bedside light came on. There were creases on his face from where it had been pressed into the pillows, and his silky black hair was caveman wild as he squinted at me.

“Go on then.” He sat up then yanked the covers off me. I yelped at the rush of cold air over my skin. Matt licked his lips slowly. “I want to see this.”

“You old pervert.” I shot back, reaching for the covers.

“No, no,” Matt was grinning now. He still looked sleepy but his devilish grin was firmly in place. “I’m up now.”

I tried to pull the covers back on but Matt began to quickly bunch them up.

“I can’t do it if you’re watching,” I was embarrassed. As if I would ever masturbate in front of him.

“Don’t mind me, poppet,” Matt drawled softly. “I’ll be so quiet you’ll forget I’m even here.”

“Go to sleep, Matt.” I said, turning on my side and giving him my back.

Matt let out a husky chuckle before spreading the covers over us both. “I’ve missed you, wife.” he said as he spooned me.

“Uh huh, sure. Turn off the light please.” I was still a bit miffed.

Matt brushed his mouth lightly across my shoulder while his hand went in search of its resting place. He gave my boob a squeeze andtugged me even closer. “I’m up now.” he said in that deep, sexy voice of his. Yes, he was definitely up, a specific part of his body in fact.

“I don’t know if I want to anymore,” I infused as much petulance into my tone as possible. “I’m actually tired now – argh – Matt!” Note to self: ass grinding on a sleepy Matt had consequences…

The smell of fresh coffee and the sound of cutlery clinking drew me out of slumber. Cracking one eye open I caught a glimpse of a bare-chested Matt over by the windows. With a tired flick of hand I brushed my tangled curls off my face. Right. Silk head scarf tonight, the past two weeks Matt had been away, my hair had been lovingly tied up each night. George had refrained from commenting but I had seen him eyeing my head curiously a few times. I sat up in bed, holding the sheet against my chest.

Matt looked over with a smile. “I was just about to wake you, poppet.”

Spotting Matt’s pyjama top at the bottom of the bed, I dragged the covers up until it was within reach. Under his amused gaze I quickly pulled it on. I slid off the bed and stumbled towards the en-suite. Once my morning ritual of relieving my bladder and brushing my teeth was completed I sauntered over to the small table where Matt was uncovering our breakfast.

“Pancakes,” I nodded in satisfaction.

“Slept well?” Matt asked before wrapping his arms around me.

I nodded, giving him a quick kiss then wriggling away to take my seat. The memory of my last meal was fuzzy. Matt sat down, reaching for the papers while my knife and fork neatly cut a pancake up. The sound of my utensils and the shuffling of Matt’s papers were our only form of communication. I clinked, he rustled.

“Tea?” I put my cutlery down.

“Please, poppet.” He still had the papers held up.

I poured him some tea before getting some coffee for myself. He didn’t appreciate my chatter when reading the papers. But I hadn’t seen him for 2 weeks, so, “Things are great at the studio,” I began with high levels of enthusiasm.

“Mhmm,” Matt’s gaze remained on the newspaper.

“The film crew have started compiling footage of us,” That should draw his attention to me.

“Lovely.”

I frowned, then tried again. “How was your trip?”

“Tedious.” he paused to take a sip of tea before resuming his reading.

“Will you have to travel again soon?” I asked

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