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audience.
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    Elise hugged Mimi a little closer to herself, feeling
Marco's intense gaze on her. One would be forgiven for thinking that Alex and
Marco were brothers, so similar where they in looks. Marco wasn't quite as tall
as his cousin, but he had a commanding presence that exuded a quiet power and
authority. Alex in contrast was open and friendly, winking at Kitty, standing
next to her.
    "Aren't we the luckiest women around? The
Giovanni men are a sexy bunch are they not? I never get tired of just looking
at Alex."
    Elise made a non-committal sound, far too aware of
the said Giovanni men walking towards them. Alex smiled at her as he enveloped
Kitty in a bear hug, before kissing her deeply. Marco pulled Elise into his
hard frame. His voice was an angry whisper in her ear.
    "Relax, will you? Remember, we're madly in
love."
    She forced herself to relax into his embrace,
Mimi still in arms, and Marco said something to her in Italian which made the
little girl giggle. Elise blinked away the sudden tears, and putting Mimi down,
excused herself to find the bathroom. Or at least she tried. She made it as far
as the hallway, before Marco caught up with her. He grabbed her arm and
propelled her out into the garden and away from prying eyes.
    "What's up with you now?"
    Oh why could he not just leave her alone? She
was not going to cry in front of him.
    "Nothing, I need to spend a penny that's
all."
    She tried to sidestep him, but he just moved
himself in her way every time.
    "Will you let me past, for pity's
sake!"
    "No, Mamma G is watching, and I want to
know why you felt the need to turn on the waterworks. I'd like to think it's
because you're so overcome with emotion at our upcoming nuptials, but we both
know that's not the case, so spill. What's rattled your cage?"
    He took a step closer to her. His hand toyed
with a strand of her hair, which had come loose out of the messy bun. His blue
eyes scanned her face. Elise tried to step away, but Marco simply grabbed her
around the waist. His face grim, he pulled her flush against his body.
    "Let's pretend I can't keep my hands off
you, shall we?" And before Elise could stop him, his mouth descended on
hers.
    She gasped at the first contact of that firm
mouth, allowing Marco's tongue access. He wasted no time exploring her. Heat
curled low in Elise's core as long denied needs slammed into her, and the tears
started falling in earnest. It had been such a long time since she had been
held by any man. Marco pulled back. His hands framed her face as he scowled at
her, his voice a low murmur.
    "Why are you crying?"
    Elise drew a shuddering breath and shook her
head.
    "It's nothing, Marco. It's not as though
you care anyway, so kiss me already and get this over with."
    Something hot and dangerous flashed in Marco's
eyes, and he muttered, "I have no intention of just getting it over with, pasticcino ,
ever. In fact now would probably be a good time to tell you that I have every
intention of taking you very slowly and any which way I can, just as soon as we
are married." He pulled her in even closer, bringing her lower tummy in
direct contact with his obvious arousal.
    "You cannot be serious!" Elise stared
up at him in shock. Dread crept up her spine at what she saw in his eyes.
"But I thought…"
    "You thought wrong, lady. I told you, you
owe me, and I can't think of a better way to repay me then by having you in my
bed."
    "You will find me a very unwilling
participant then." Elise spat the words at him. She straightened her spine
in an effort to make herself taller, but all it achieved was bringing her
breasts in direct contact with his chest. She bit back the moan as her nipples
reacted in an embarrassingly obvious way.
    Marco chuckled, a harsh cold sound, as he ran
one hand under her dress, cupping her moist heat with a knowing smile.
    "I beg to differ, lady!"
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Elise approached the glass fronted foyer of
Parkins Solicitors with a certain amount of trepidation.