Page 131 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Are you in the studio tomorrow, poppet?” he queried. “Adam wants me to meet him at the club for lunch.”

I swallowed quickly. Ouch. “Which one? I can slip away for a bit if you want me to tag along.”

Matt shook his head. “We’re heading to White’s, poppet.”

Oh. Matt held numerous memberships to exclusive clubs, he’d gotten me memberships at a couple; but White’s was the oldest and most exclusive club in London. A proper gentleman’s club…that still wouldn’t allow women to join. From what Matt told me, the only exception was a visit made by the Queen. They were getting some flak now though, equal rights and all that jazz. I chewed my bottom lip and handed him my half-eaten fancy bowl of salad, which he placed on a counter.

“Will I see you at all tomorrow?” I was pouting. Sue me. Knowing Adam, he’d keep Matt out for the whole day and night.

“What time are you planning on leaving work?” Matt’s hand was busy. It had travelled from the curve of my waist to the side of my butt. Nice.

“I’m not sure, if you’ll be out all day I’ll probably stay late.”

We both sighed unhappily. Then Matt slipped his hand over my butt cheek, palming it in a very proprietary manner.

“Be home for nine, at the latest,” he ordered before jerking me up against the hard lines of his body. His grip on my ass got tighter and I could feel the heat of his arousal pressing into me. It was happening again, the world around us faded away into nothing.

“Bossy,” I whispered, unconsciously angling my mouth into prime snogging position. Matt’s eyes darkened as I licked my lips.

“Mmm, I am, and I know you enjoy it,” he drawled right before taking a nip at my lips.

I groaned, meant to yelp but it came out as a breathless groan. What was it with the teeth and me? Since we’d gotten married I’d been getting extra bity between the sheets, Matt had done this to me.He had gotten me hooked on his bites and had turned me into a biter too.

“Come on,” I cleared the lust out of my throat. “We should go socialize.”

Matt held me tighter, reluctant it seemed to relinquish his hold on me, and that hand of his was engaged in some serious ass rubbing.

“When things quieten down for us,” He kissed the juncture where my neck met shoulder. “We’ll go away for a few days. Just the two of us.”

I liked the sound of that and nodded in agreement. We left the kitchen and re-joined another group of Matt’s friends. They were all polite, but there was only so much I could offer to the conversation and when they started talking about the upcoming Royal Ascot in June I tuned them out. Matt was a tad grouchy, his grumbles of having missed the Clarence House Chase in January and the Ascot Chase in February gave me a new understanding of how much he enjoyed these things.

“Matt,” Nathan waltzed up to us, sans his pregnant wife. “Up for a spot of,” he smirked in my direction. “Bird homicide?”

“Ha, ha, very funny.” I retorted while the others attempted to draw him into the group.

Nathan waved them off, giving Matt a look of open challenge. “Shall we?”

Matt surveyed his best friend clinically. “Why not? Care to put a wager on?”

Oh, this was interesting. I stood between them and observed their interaction. Nathan’s chest puffed out as he nodded in determination. The others wandered away, leaving the three of us alone.

“You know what I want.” Nathan stuffed one hand in his trouser pocket.

Matt laughed in his face. “And I’ve told you already, no.”

This wasveryinteresting. I had to ask. “What does he want, Matt?”

“Rachel.” they replied in unison.

I blinked a few times. “Excuse me? Matt’s secretary? You can’t wager a person. That’s…” I gave Matt the weight of my gaze. “Wrong.”

Matt chucked me under the chin, it felt rather patronizing. “Yes, wife.” He turned back to Nathan, blatantly ignoring my slightdispleasure. “Choose something else, not that it matters. Your skills are somewhat subpar.”

Nathan’s shoulders stiffened. He looked pissed. Was Matt trying to rile him on purpose?

“Subpar?” Nathan cocked his blonde head at my husband. “Right then. Let’s wager that new vehicle of yours.”

Matt rubbed his chin. “Done. What are you bringing to the table?”

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