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was no mistaking he was an incredibly attractive man and Kate actually didn’t like her body’s response to him—it was a part of her that she had quashed many, many years ago and she had no intention of resurrecting it for a man who paid.
    Two crystal glasses were filled with vodka.
    Kate drank it down in one and pulled a face.
    “Now we smash the glasses.” Isaak smiled at her pained expression as she tried to swallow down the strong liqueur.
    They threw down the glasses, and they shattered in many, many pieces.
    “That means we will have a long and happy life,” Isaak said, pulling his bride into him and feeling her tension. He tried to make her smile, “or a long and happy year,” he whispered into her ear.
    The vodka burned her tongue, her chest, and her stomach but she would take another shot more readily than the mouth that was nearing hers.
    It was a kiss worth three million, yet all she wanted to do was run, except his hand was on her waist and the other cupped her chin and his deep blue eyes held her nervous gaze.
    “Relax,” he whispered and then his mouth dusted hers.
    He was very, very gentle, just nudging her lips at first as the crowd urged them for more.
    Kate told her lips to move but it was more the hand on her waist that disconcerting. She could feel the warmth and the slight pressure that was slowly shifting her closer into him.
    Then his mouth opened a fraction and softly he slipped in his tongue.
    He felt her startle, which she did, for it felt like an invasion.
    At first.
    Wet, warm, he stroked her tongue intimately as his hand guided her in to the lean length of his body.
    “ Gorko ,” the crowd urged and the ringing of spoons on glass were drowned by her heartbeat as her mouth finally gave into him.
    His kiss burnt not just her chest or her lips now, for there was a fire spreading low in her stomach, a fire she had glimpsed but once and now it returned to the stir of his tongue.
    Isaak felt the trip in her, the resistance that faded, and at the first glimpse of her passion triumph surged. Yes, Isaak thought as her kiss deepened, as the audience cheered and clapped for they could stop now, yet they continued on. He kissed her harder, his tongue sworded hers, but then she halted things and pulled back startled.
    Deny, deny, Isaak thought as he looked at her cheeks, flushed despite the makeup and he watched Kate run her tongue over shining wet lips. “Now we dance.”
    It was a slow torture for Kate.
    Her breathing had not settled from their kiss and now his palm pressed into the small of her back as they swayed slowly on the dance floor.
    Her scent had become pleasingly familiar, and Isaak lowered his head and breathed in the light floral notes. It was really the only part of her that he recognised today. He recalled their kiss, that moment just near the end of it where their minds had engaged and yes, he wanted away from the wedding party.
    He wanted to better acquaint himself with the mystery that was the bride in his arms.
    She could feel his erection against her stomach, and it revolted her that so easily he could harden for the woman in his arms that he considered a whore. Yet, again, there were the feelings she had briefly encountered in their kiss, a rare yearn for passion, for this beautiful groom to be hers, for this lie to be real.
    She tripped a little and his hands steadied her.
    “I am looking forward to our honeymoon,” Isaak said, his hand pressing her to him, his mouth lowering so she could feel his breath on her ear. “I am looking forward to tonight.”
    Kate pulled her head back and smiled into his eyes as she answered Isaak, but it was a smile of spite for what was to come. “So am I.”

Chapter 5
    S he was still in her wedding dress when they arrived at the heliport in Paris and were then driven towards Place Vendôme where they would be staying for the duration of their honeymoon.
    Kate doubted they’d even be staying one night!
    When they passed the Louvre,