Page 36 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

“Well, you looked lovely today,” Doreen said. “The colour quite suits you.”

“You know,” Matt said. “We had quite the discussion today about the colour. Izabel thought it was lilac. But I felt it leaned more toward lavender, perhaps even mauve. What do you think?”

Izabel bit back a smile as they descended into heated discussion.

“It looks mauver now, but in the light, it leaned more lilac,” Margaret said.

“Definitely lilac,” Sheila offered.

“Sheila, don’t be daft. It’s definitely mauve,” Glenn added.

Matt nodded thoughtfully, and she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp gently. “So,” Matt said after a few minutes passed. “I think the summary of our discussion is everyone agrees with me, except Sheila who agrees with Iz.” He squeezed Sheila’s shoulder playfully, then kissed Izabel chastely on the lips. “As much as I love you both, you’re wrong.”

They stayed at the table, with Matt occasionally doing a bar run for them all. Izabel had gotten her glass of champagne and within the first sip had realised Matt was right. She didn’t really like it. So, Matt had gone back to the bar and gotten them both sparkling water. The ladies had switched to Harveys Bristol Cream, and the sherry made them even more hilarious.

Eventually, Matt tapped her butt and moved to stand. “As much as I’ve loved chatting with you ladies, I think it’s time I danced with Iz.”

“We’re dancing?” she asked, as the ladies said their goodbyes.

“Why not?” he said, leading her to the dance floor. “I get to pull you close and pretend I’m not actually grinding my dick against you under the dim strobe lights. It’ll be like the high school disco all over again.”

He spun her as they reached the dance floor before doing exactly as promised. “Plus, I didn’t want to share you with them for another minute. As soon as they started to ask why I hadn’t proposed yet, I felt we needed to run before they found a priest and married us off tonight.”

Izabel laughed. “I think they felt responsible for you.”

“Glenn suggested she iron my shirt for me the next time we’re all at a wedding together, if you don’t have time like you didn’t today.”

Izabel looked shocked. “Because I’m the woman in our relationship, I need to do your ironing?”

“Apparently so. And if you don’t, Glenn is just biding her time to pounce on your guy. She mentioned she makes a mean shepherd’s pie too.”

“Right, that’s it. I’m going over there to tell Glenn to keep her hands off my man.” Izabel pretended to storm toward Glenn, laughing when Matt slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Her back to his chest.

“There’s only one woman I want in this ballroom, and right now her delicious arse is pressed up against my dick.”

Izabel slowed down, pressed back a little harder, swaying her hips from side to side. “Better.”

Matt pressed a long wet kiss to her neck. “Unless you want me to fuck you in front of Gemma’s grandma, you need to turn around.”

Izabel did as he requested, sighing as he took one of her hands in his and tightly wrapping his other arm around her waist. She couldn’t find the right word to describe how it made her feel. Safe. Treasured, maybe. Wanted.

“This issomuch better,” Matt whispered.

“What is?”

“This. The feel of you in my arms. The way our bodies line up together. It’s magic.”

Izabel stepped back a little so she could look at Matt’s eyes. The DJ changed the song from a slower dance to an upbeat pop song, but Matt didn’t let her go, nor did he change his pace from the slow swaying they’d been doing.

“Are you ready to show me?” she asked.

Matt sighed, his chest expanding then relaxing against hers. “Yeah, sweetheart, I think I am.”

He took her hand and led her out of the room. She should say goodnight to Gemma, at least thank her parents for a wonderful evening. But she couldn’t force herself to stop. Wasting another moment was unthinkable.

“She doesn’t suck cock, you know?”

Harry’s voice cracked through the air as if he’d physically slapped her. Matt stopped, squeezed her hand, and turned. “You want to say that again?”

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