Page 60 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“We’ve discussed it before,” He squirted some more lotion on his hands and proceeded to rub it over her right arm. “Briefly, that is.”

Madi squinted at him, eyes pensive with uncertainty. “I’m not going to like this, am I? It’s going to be something mmph-”

Matt stole another kiss, her lips always enticed him, but that wasn’t the only reason. It was quite sneaky, knowing his kisses left her dazed and using that to his advantage. He pulled away from her soft lips to quickly say, “I’ve hired a guard for you. He’s very good at his job and you won’t even notice him around.” Then he claimed her lips before she could respond. Her mouth stilled against his and he increased the pressure until she finally softened into the kiss.

“This means a lot to you doesn’t it?” she asked quietly after breaking the kiss.

“Your safety is very important to me.” Matt replied with a serious look and mentally prepared himself for her complaints.

“Okay.” she said with a resigned sigh.

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Okay?”

“Will you worry if I don’t have one?”

“Yes.” he said at once. “Without a doubt.”

“Would you have still hired one anyway if I had said no?”

“Yes.” Matt kept his eyes on hers.

“Well, okay then.” she said with a little smile. “At least we’re discussing it now even though you’ve already hired him. When does he start?”

Matt weighed up his options. He could lie, but the love shining from her eyes pricked his conscience. He already kept many things from her and was loathed to add another, especially now they were married.

He pulled her closer, so she practically straddled him on the chair, and kissed her temple. “Remember our first official date, poppet?”

“Mhmm, the black and white charity ball at the Tower. Your crazy ex ruined my dress and your crazy granddad called me a mercenary slut. Man, Grumps better watch it. I swear Matt, I won’t be held responsible for my actions if he starts something…but he can be sweet, in a weird sort of way.”

“You’re babbling,” Matt grinned, wanting to delay what he had to say but knowing it was best to simply confess. “Remember when I gave you those diamonds?”

“Yes?” Madi’s eyes were narrowing and her mouth tightened into a suspicious pout.

“Good. I told you they were my way of saying sorry in advance,” he said as she shifted in his lap. Her eyes were slits now, brown slits with a flash of temper. He tightened his hold on her and continued, “A pre-emptive move on my part,”

“Right?” She wriggled some more and upon realizing he wasn’t letting go, she scowled fiercely at him.

Matt smiled, she was cute when she got mad. “Well, I’m calling that marker in.”

Madi blinked slowly. “What do you have to be sorry for, hon?”

“You’ve had a bodyguard since late Christmas evening.” he admitted, searching her face intently to gauge exactly how angry she would become.

He wondered whether he should also confess to knowing about the abhorrent emails she had been receiving, and what he had done tohave them stopped. Once his P.I had found the man who had been sending them, it had only taken a few days to find something incriminating on the nutter and use it, anonymously of course, to ruin his life. Now the bastard had no time to write hateful emails. Perhaps it was best not to mention it. Matt didn’t want his wife knowing how cruel he could actually be.

“But you were in Russia.” Madi exclaimed in surprise. “How did-”

Matt snorted. “Come now, poppet, if I need something doing, it gets done. So? How mad are you? This is probably going to be our first argument as a married couple and I would like to prepare myself for your wrath. Are you planning on punching me in the eye? You always punch me in the- hey!”

She smacked his arm lightly, fighting a grin. “Stop making me out to be a violent person.” Then she shrugged before relaxing against his chest. “I’m not mad, Matt, at least not very mad. I know how bossy you are and I know how much you like getting your own way.” She sighed before pressing a kiss to his neck. “Just promise you’ll include me in these decisions from now on. I don’t want a life where you decide things without my input. Promise?”

Matt cupped her chin and tilted her head up for a deep kiss. “I promise. Now we have a few hours before lunch is served, let’s go back to our room. I have, ahem, something I want to show you.”

Madi rolled her eyes, but there was an eagerness in her movements as she slipped off his lap and grabbed the laptop off the table, she held it out for him as he stood up and adjusted the bulge in his swimming trunks.

“You’ll probably want to do more work in bed once we’re finished.” she advised.

Matt felt a smidgen of guilt at her easy acceptance of him doing some work while they were on their honeymoon. “Just a few more reports and I’m all yours, poppet.”

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