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“Another excellent point.” Matt gestured for Liza to proceed him through the revolving doorway entrance to the hotel.
They were halfway across the lobby when they heard their names being called.
“Matt! Liza!”
Matt smiled as Johnnie and Arnold approached them with a man who appeared to be about Liza’s age.
“Hey, guys.” Liza hugged the grooms. Arnold had texted them both this morning to see if they’d made it to Hawaii safely. They had each replied yes without informing their friend that they’d traveled together.
Arnold gave Matt a curious grin, obviously amused to find him with Liza. The subject of Ms. Moretti had somehow managed to come up each time he’d gone out with Arnold and Johnnie, both men big Liza fans. Matt had tried to assume a nonchalant attitude about her, feigning boredom whenever the subject rose, claiming countless times that she was nothing more than a colleague, and a pesky one at that. He suspected they’d seen through that act right from the start.
“I was just about to text you to make sure you were settling in okay. Looks like you got some sun,” Arnold observed.
“It’s a gorgeous day and this resort is incredible. I can’t quite believe I’m here,” Liza gushed. “I keep thinking I’ll wake up in dreary, freezing Philly.”
“There’s no way we were getting married without you here,” Johnnie insisted. “Oh, I’m being rude.” He turned to the man next to him. “Liza, Matt, this is my nephew, Alani.”
Alani stepped toward Liza, who raised her hand for a handshake. The nephew, however, lifted her fingers to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I’m so happy to finally meet you. My uncle talks about you all the time, but he failed to mention how beautiful you are.”
Liza grinned at his obvious flirting. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
“I’m looking forward to getting to know my uncle’s friends better,” Alani added, though it was clear there was only one friend he was interested in getting to know. Especially when he added, “I hope you’ll save a dance for me at the reception, Liza.”
Liza looked from Alani to Johnnie. “Obviously charm runs in the family.”
Johnnie slapped his nephew on the shoulder. “He’s a chip off the old uncle block.”
Before he could think better of it—or before Liza could respond to Alani’s request—Matt gripped the back of Liza’s neck familiarly. The move was possessive as hell, but he couldn’t help himself.
Then he stuck his other hand out, forcing Alani to let go of Liza’s.
“Matt Russo,” he said, practically growling.
Alani took note of Matt’s hands—both of them—and offered him a forced smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, returning the handshake before wisely backing away from Liza.
Matt’s gaze drifted over to Arnold and Johnnie, and he knew in an instant he’d overplayed his hand in front of his new friends, given their intrigued looks. The only person who didn’t seem to notice was Liza, who relaxed the moment he’d touched her, even shifting closer to him. She may just be realizing her submissive side, but her responses came instinctually, without thought, and they called to the raging alpha inside him like a siren’s song.
“Matt and I are looking for dinner recs. Anywhere we should try?” Liza asked.
Johnnie and Alani offered them several suggestions of restaurants within walking distance of the resort, then all three men excused themselves to continue preparations for the big day.
Matt lowered his hand, placing it on Liza’s back as they returned to their suite. She headed to the couch, intent on sitting down, but he stopped her, grasping her hand and tugging her toward the bedroom.
“How’s your knee?” he asked, glancing down.
“Fine. Scabbed over. Doesn’t hurt at all,” she replied.
“Good.” Matt grabbed a pillow from the bed, tossing it to the floor between them. He had intended to take a time-out, but that went out the window the second Alani kissed Liza’s hand.
Liza’s eyes darkened with desire. Before he could give the command, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers slipping beneath the elastic of his swim trunks, pulling them down.
He hadn’t bothered with a shirt when they’d headed to the beach, so all he needed to do was toe off his sandals and shorts and he was completely naked.
Liza started to reach for his erect dick, but he caught her wrist before she could touch him.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, stepping around her. Untying her bikini top, he slipped it off and bent over, using the strings to bind her hands behind her back.
Liza gave him a heated yet curious look. “No hands?”
