Breaking Leila by Lucy V. Morgan

Author:Lucy V. Morgan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: womens fiction, erotic romance, bdsm, ds, contemporary romance

Chapter 10

“Shall we go back in? The music’s started.” Matt offered me his arm. Apparently, he’d forgiven me for the threesome pun.

“Can I hear…bagpipes?”

“They do appear to be bagpipes, yeah.” Matt made an effort at the robot dance. I turned around, pretending not to know him with a tuneless whistle.

We made our way in and watched Will and Angus perform a pretentious tango–sans bagpipes, fortunately. I had to hold my head in my hands when they got out lightsabres and started duelling at the end. Matt was in bits.

“I take it back, I take it back.” He guffawed. “Free booze and two aging man-tarts decking each other with plastic swords. This is the best Saturday night I’ve had in ages! Can I take pictures on my phone?”

“No!” I shrieked, trying to wrestle the phone from his hands. I ended up mounting his lap, pinning his fists against the wall. Embarrassed, I paused for a second and looked at Aidan sheepishly.

“Go ahead,” he said, waving a hand. “Nobody’s going to bat an eyelid here.” His other hand already groped at Nikolai.

I gazed down at Matt, who was ever so slightly drunk and radiating heat in his dress suit. I released his hands and peeled off his jacket, his palms coming to rest on my thighs.

God, I wanted so badly to kiss him.

I fought the urge to twist my hips, and climbed off slowly, my eyes still glued to his. He stretched out an arm and I settled into the crook of it. Aidan grinned at me and I realized my nipples were poking through the thin silk of my dress, as chilled and round as if I’d been naked. Then Matt pulled me into his shoulder and I nuzzled into him–all this freedom to touch him was shiny and new. This was what it might be like to curl up with him after slow, lazy sex. Right now…that would be enough.

I sat with Matt for a good while as the others got up to chat and dance. He had held me briefly after our encounter on the hotel room floor, but not like this–the intimacy wasn’t nearly as intense. I noticed every tiny movement he made, how his fingers crept across my belly to knot with my own, how his chest rose up and fell with each breath. The way my breasts melted against him.

“What happened to not touching me again?” I said.

He smiled faintly. “This doesn’t count. Friends would do this.”

I toyed with the buckle on his belt. “I can’t quite see you doing this with Eton.”

“Anyway.” He straightened a little. “Feels like some people in this room need reminding who you belong to.”

Was that aimed at me?

Aidan appeared beside us, and I’m ashamed to say I almost felt grateful.

“Come and dance,” he urged.

“I’m not really a dancer.” Matt squeezed me. He seemed perturbed when I sat up.

“Go on,” I said. “If you can do it on a stage, you can do it on a dance floor, surely.”

“I’m good, really. You go.

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