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Our Honeymoon Isn't Over, It Has Only Begin
img img Our Honeymoon Isn't Over, It Has Only Begin img Chapter 5 MARIANNA
5 Chapters
Chapter 6 THE EVENING img
Chapter 7 SHE RAISED img
Chapter 8 IRONICALLY img
Chapter 9 WILF AND HIS WIFE img
Chapter 10 MARIANNE'S HEART img
Chapter 11 this really was a case img
Chapter 12 suddenly the only img
Chapter 13 All this wasnt img
Chapter 14 when marianne img
Chapter 15 hey img
Chapter 16 what a darling idea img
Chapter 17 when msrianne awoke img
Chapter 18 it was maudlin img
Chapter 19 she had boiled img
Chapter 20 MARIANNE FORCED img
Chapter 21 AND THIS MORNING img
Chapter 22 THEY FOUND A SMALL img
Chapter 23 MARIANNE img
Chapter 24 SHE LOOKED UP ABOVE img
Chapter 25 SHE FOUND IT img
Chapter 26 HE WAS KISSING img
Chapter 27 THAT SHOULD img
Chapter 28 MARIANNE img
Chapter 29 ENOUGH img
Chapter 30 IT WAS ANOTHER img
Chapter 31 NO img
Chapter 32 NEITHER WAS img
Chapter 33 IT WAS THE SAME img
Chapter 34 HER ULTIMATE SEXUAL FANTASY img
Chapter 35 Tingle img
Chapter 36 Sylvia img
Chapter 37 Very nice img
Chapter 38 She stepped img
Chapter 39 That's what I love img
Chapter 40 The agreement img
Chapter 41 Sylvia img
Chapter 42 Now img
Chapter 43 Excitement img
Chapter 44 Yeah img
Chapter 45 He groaned img
Chapter 46 How deep img
Chapter 47 Stand up img
Chapter 48 Sylvia img
Chapter 49 Her nipples img
Chapter 50 She nodded img
Chapter 51 And don't img
Chapter 52 He went img
Chapter 53 The limo img
Chapter 54 She sucked img
Chapter 55 So beautiful img
Chapter 56 The car img
Chapter 57 He heard img
Chapter 58 She turned img
Chapter 59 They don't img
Chapter 60 He pressed img
Chapter 61 Days passed img
Chapter 62 That img
Chapter 63 Then he hung img
Chapter 64 Just a Reminder.. img
Chapter 65 He tapped img
Chapter 66 He knew img
Chapter 67 He found img
Chapter 68 Kneel down img
Chapter 69 She arched img
Chapter 70 Sylvia img
Chapter 71 She felt img
Chapter 72 The feel img
Chapter 73 Just a Reminder img
Chapter 74 Finally img
Chapter 75 The pleasure img
Chapter 76 The long img
Chapter 77 Mr Craig img
Chapter 78 They img
Chapter 79 Grant img
Chapter 80 I know img
Chapter 81 Oh yeah img
Chapter 82 Is that img
Chapter 83 Mr grant img
Chapter 84 The img
Chapter 85 Oh baby img
Chapter 86 Why img
Chapter 87 Her eyes img
Chapter 88 Is he going img
Chapter 89 Sylvia img
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Chapter 5 MARIANNA

MARIANNE got back to the apartment at six-thirty and the Mortons were due to arrive at seven. Zeke met her in the cream-and-grey hall, its immaculate walls devoid of any pictures that would deflect from the gracious lines of the curved moulding at the junction of the ceiling and wall, and he was angry. Very angry. As she had expected him to be.

'Where the hell have you been?' he bit out tightly, his mouth a thin line.

'With Pat.' She walked past him towards the bedroom, praying that the trembling in her stomach wouldn't communicate itself in her voice.

She had made some serious decisions this afternoon-somehow seeing Pat again had crystallised so many things in such a short time-and she had to be calm and composed when she discussed them with Zeke. Anything less and he would accuse her of running on nothing but emotion again.

'With Pat.' Zeke was white with rage, his eyes charcoal with the temper he was trying to contain. 'And you didn't think to call and say you'd be late? It didn't occur to you I might be worried something had happened to you?'

'What?' She swung round as she reached the walk-in wardrobe at the far end of the room and her eyes were wide with shock. It hadn't occurred to her he would be worried, she realised with some dismay, merely that he would be angry she wasn't waiting at home with his pre-dinner cocktail ready as usual and a welcoming smile on her lips.

'It didn't, did it?' He had read the answer in her guilty face, and his voice had a harsh, gritty sound. 'Dammit, Marianne, what's the matter with you!'

'Me?' The resolve to remain equable and dispassionate was being put severely to the test.

'Yes, you,' he barked furiously. 'We've got the Mortons arriving any moment and as far as I can see nothing is ready-'

'I couldn't care less about the Mortons!' That was all that concerned him at heart, she told herself silently. He hadn't really been worried about her, just his precious dinner party.

'Obviously.' It was bitingly cold. 'I, on the other hand, do.'

'Of course you do,' she agreed bitterly. 'They come under the heading of "Work", don't they? Which takes them into a completely different category to the rest of us poor mortals.' Like Liliana. He needed her expertise for the new project and so the redhead was important to him-far more important than a stay-at-home wife with no career or obvious virtues Buchanan Industries could use.

'Don't be ridiculous.' He strode over to her, whisking back the door of the wardrobe and gesturing violently at the contents as he said, 'Get changed quickly and compose yourself.'

'I'm perfectly composed, thank you very much.' She drew herself up to her full five feet six inches, her voice icy.

'Then get this off and do something with your hair.'

It was his disparaging voice as he glanced at her hair-which admittedly was windswept and tousled from the blustery, cold October evening outside the central heated cocoon of the warm apartment-rather than his hand flicking at her jacket which caught Marianne on the raw.

'Don't do that,' she snapped tightly, her own hand pushing his away. 'Don't touch me.'

'Don't touch you?' He was astounded; it showed in his dark face and the flare of colour across the hard chiselled cheekbones. It was probably the first time the great Zeke Buchanan had ever had that said to him by a woman, Marianne told herself with a touch of silent hysteria. It was certainly the first time she had ever said it.

'Yes, don't touch me,' she repeated grimly. 'I'm not one of your possessions, Zeke, whatever you might think. I'm your wife.'

If she had thought he was angry before he was livid now, and as Marianne watched his eyes become coal-black with fury she felt frightened of the demon she had unwittingly unleashed. 'Dead right you're my wife,' he grated slowly. 'So why don't you start acting like it and do what you're damn well told?'

'You arrogant-' As her hand came up to strike him he caught her wrist in one swift movement, and then, without warning, he pulled her abruptly into his arms, crushing her against him as she struggled and fought.

'You're my wife, I'm your husband, so what the hell is this all about?' he ground out savagely. 'What's got into you all of a sudden?'

And then, before she could answer, he had taken her mouth in one of the scorching kisses he did so well, a kiss which immediately ignited a response deep in the core of her.

It had always been like this; he only had to touch her and she melted for him. She had always been defenceless against his expert sensuality, she thought desperately. But she had to resist him; she had to make him understand how it was.

'Dammit all, I want you, Marianne.' His voice was a smothered groan against her mouth, his arousal hot and hard against her softness. 'I've been half out of my mind waiting for you.'

Her fingers fluttered helplessly for a second, but then her hands were at the back of his head as she urged his mouth to a deeper penetration, the sensations only he could produce whirling through her body as his lips ravaged the soft sweetness of her inner mouth.

She was moulded into the hard line of his body, her head thrown back against his muscled arm and her body pliant beneath his dominant frame. He was removing his clothes and hers as he laid her on the warm, thick softness of the bedroom carpet, still covering her face with burning kisses, and then they were naked and she could run her hands over the powerful, hair-roughened chest as he bent over her, his eyes wild and glittering.

He continued to kiss and caress her in spite of the hot urgency of need his body was betraying, and piercing pleasure shot through her as his lips moved down her throat and found the rosy tips of her breasts, the nipples hardening into jutting peaks under the ministration of his tongue.

She was more than ready for him when he entered her, her head turning from side to side in an agony of ecstasy and her hair spread out in a glorious silver cascade of silk that shimmered and rippled with their passion.

He held her close to him once it was over, until their pounding heartbeats quietened and steadied, and then he said, glancing at his watch and with a touch of amusement in his voice 'We'd better get dressed unless we want our guests to find us in flagrante delicto. And there's still nothing prepared.'

'I've booked a table at that new Italian place John and Katy raved about last week,' Marianne said quietly as she sat up in one fluid movement.

She suddenly felt like crying, and she kept her face turned away as she hurried through to the shower, noticing from the wet towels strewn around that Zeke must have showered when he first came home. For the first time since she had met him she was regretting she had made love with him. They needed to talk, everything couldn't always be made right in bed, she told herself feverishly as she allowed the warm water to wash away the feel of his hands and mouth on her hot skin. He had to understand that she couldn't carry on as they were for another day. She was losing sight of who she was and it was terrifying.

'I'll make up a fresh cocktail shaker while you finish getting ready.' Zeke's voice was dark and lazy as he came into the bathroom and talked to her through the glass of the shower cabinet, and for a moment Marianne felt a flood of anger that was all at odds with the image she was going to have to present throughout the evening looming in front of her.

He sounded satisfied, complacent, she told herself tightly-as well he might. He had Liliana drooling over him all day and his wife to satisfy his needs at night-he had it made! She checked the thought in the next moment, recognising it wasn't completely fair. He hadn't forced her tonight, she had met him every inch of the way, so she couldn't very well blame him for her weakness, she admitted miserably. But that was the trouble-she was weak where Zeke was concerned. And it had to change-for both their sakes. She would end up hating him if they carried on like this.

She was aware of the Mortons arriving as she sat drying her hair a few minutes later at the dressing table, but she still took her time in getting ready. Zeke's barbed observation about her hair had hit hard, for some reason, probably because she was picturing a sleek, beautifully coiffured auburn head in her mind's eye.

Once her hair was dry she coiled it in a smooth, shining knot on top of her head, before teasing out a few curling tendrils about her face, and then applied her make-up with swift expertise.

The dress she had chosen to wear was a deceptively simple midnight-blue little number, with short sleeves and a high neck, but it fitted her like a glove in all the right places and the colour accentuated her eyes and gave her silver-blonde hair an added lustre. And somehow, for myriad reasons-only a few of which were plain to her-she needed to look her best tonight.

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