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Caught Out !
Marissa handed Ryan the newspaper and there on the front page was a large photo of them dancing together with the headline "IT LOOKS A LOT LIKE LOVE!". Ryan looked to the story below and read further.
America's obsession with the rich, famous and beautiful has been in overdrive since it was recently reported that Ryan Atwood and Marissa Cooper had been seen spending time together. Atwood, the millionaire founder and owner of Atwood Industries and commonly acknowledged as one of America's hottest bachelors and Ms Cooper, supermodel and actor were seen dancing the night away in Miami last night and they seemed to be very friendly if the looks that they were exchanging are anything to go by. An unidentified source revealed that they have been sharing a suite on the top floor of the Marriott hotel. It is believed that the pair was once high school sweethearts and that they have recently become reacquainted. Both have had low profiles as far as their love lives have been concerned, but look to be taking less and less care about their privacy as they get closer and closer. Of course it remains to be seen whether Ms Cooper will return to her European base when her film contract is finished? It is believed that she has several contracts with European Fashion Houses in place. The question is whether this is just a fling for both of them or something more? And if so, how will they manage to keep things alive between them when they both have commitments in different parts of the world? But if nothing else all this reporter can say is Aawww aren't they cute?"
Ryan put the paper back down and looked up at Marissa. "Well … at least they think we're cute." He shrugged his shoulders.
Marissa smiled. "I guess. But you know that this is going to make things … " she searched for the right word. "… difficult." She finished.
Ryan reached for her and pulled her to him. "Whatever happens, we will deal with it. Sure we may have preferred to have kept it to ourselves a little longer, but it was bound to happen sometime. It's just a little earlier than expected."
"So you don't mind?" Marissa asked.
"Doesn't matter if I do or don't. It's happened. We'll deal with it. Together." Ryan said. "If we can deal with your mother, a few pesky reporters should be a breeze."
As he pulled her back on to the bed with him, he didn't notice the shadow that passed over Marissa's face at the mention of her mother. That was the second time in 24 hours that her mother had been mentioned and Marissa didn't want to think about her at all. Ryan moved to untie the belt on her gown and then pushed it from her shoulders leaving her naked body to the mercy of his exploring hands. Marissa quickly forgot about anything but him as they began to lose themselves in one another again. They were savouring each other, building up to the inevitable out come when the door bell door sounded.
Ryan pulled back. "Shoot. That will be your breakfast."
"My breakfast?" Marissa asked.
"Well you were the one that was hungry for food. I'm only hungry for you." Ryan said as he pulled her towards him again, kissing her thoroughly to leave her in no doubt about the truth of what he said. "But I think you're going to have to go and answer the door. I think if I went, my current state of arousal would probably end up making the front page tomorrow as well."
Marissa smiled and pulled the robe back on to go and answer the door. "Good excuse." She threw back at him over her shoulder as she exited the room.
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After all the food was placed on the dining table and the waiter had left, Marissa came to stand by the door of the bedroom. "Exactly what did you order? There's enough food here to feed an army."
"I wasn't sure what you wanted so I just got one of everything." He smiled at her.
"Well … are you coming to eat?" Marissa asked.
"Uh uh" he replied. "But when you're done, maybe you could come back and join me in bed." He suggested, leaving her in no doubt as to where his appetite lay.
Marissa smiled as she moved back to the dining table to get something to eat. She was surprised that Ryan was still looking for more. But when she thought about, it was a pleasant surprise. As she looked over the food an idea came to mind.
A minute or so passed and Marissa called out "I have a better idea. How do you feel about breakfast in bed?" she asked.
"But I just said I don't feel like eating breakfast." Ryan said.
"I didn't say YOU had to." Marissa said as she appeared back at the bedroom door. She had a waffle in one hand and a small jug of syrup in the other and she moved to stand over Ryan as he lay on his back. "I won't bother you, I just thought I could make use of you. Just lie back and don't move." She said as she pulled the sheet back and then poured some of the golden syrup into the indentation of his belly button.
Ryan smiled. "Are you right there?" he asked as she proceeded to break off a piece of the waffle and dip it in the syrup and then place it in her mouth.
Using her tongue to roll around her lips as she savoured the taste she said "Mmm ... Warm syrup my favourite. You have to try this. It's delicious." She said as she broke off some more waffle, dipped it and then placed it in his mouth.
Ryan smiled. "You're right. Maybe I am hungry after all." He said as she continued to feed herself and then him, in turn.
When the waffle was finished, there was still some syrup left and Ryan couldn't move otherwise the sticky golden liquid would have run all over their bed. "Could you get me something to clean this up with?" he asked.
"I think I can do better than that." Marissa replied as she slowly removed the gown from her shoulders yet again. She moved to kneel down at the side of the bed and then used her finger to swirl in the syrup and then painted his chest with it. She moved over him and with one last glance and grin in his direction, she bent her head and used her tongue to slowly lick him clean.
Ryan watched as her naked body moved over his. Her tongue exciting him with every lick, every stroke. He reached to pull her on top of him.
"No. You have to stay still until I've finished here and cleaned you up." She whispered huskily to him.
Ryan smiled. This was not much better than when he was restrained by the scarves. He still couldn't move. He was watching as she got the syrup jug again and refilled the indentation and then used her fingers to 'paint' his lower regions, feeling his breath catch in his throat as she neared his, by now, throbbing hardness. He felt her using her sticky finger to paint his manhood with syrup knowing exactly what was going to happen next. His eyes closed as he held his breathe waiting to feel her mouth upon him.
Marissa glanced at his face. Noticing the closed eyes and the ragged breath. She loved that she could do this to him. Make him feel like this. She moved to slowly and purposefully lick the syrup away and as she felt him start to squirm on the bed she took him in her mouth, the syrup totally forgotten.
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After "breakfast" round 1, Ryan decided he was hungry after all and decided that Marissa could return the favour and be his serving platter for some strawberries and cream. When he had finished, they both had a long and leisurely shower together, taking it in turn to wash their 'serving platters' thoroughly until both were 'squeaky clean' and they laughed as they planned their day … or at least what was left of it.
"You really want to go to the beach?" Ryan asked. "We could just stay here, in bed?" he said as he dropped the damp towel on the floor and sat back down on the bed. "I'm sure I could find a way to amuse you."
"Uh uh" Marissa replied shaking her head. "I can't say I spent the whole weekend in Miami and didn't even touch the sand. Come on lazy bones. Maybe after a quick swim and some sun, we could come back to the room for a 'rest'." She suggested.
"I like the sound of that." Ryan said as he lay back with his hands behind his head watching as a naked Marissa searched through her case for her bikini.
When she found it, she pulled on the tiny black bottoms and turned to Ryan. "Are you going like that?" she asked as she was attempting to tie her top while keeping the small black triangles in position.
He smiled, looking down at his nakedness. "Do you think anyone would notice?"
Marissa laughed, then shrugged her shoulders and said. "True. There's not much too notice." She teased.
Ryan instantly jumped off the bed and in one motion, picked her up, placed her on the bed and started to tickle her. "Not much to notice hey? I didn't hear you complaining last night, or this morning. Actually the only thing I did hear was you moaning and crying out my name."
Marissa was rolling around the bed trying to get away from his hands and the top of her bikini came totally adrift. Ryan noticed and stopped the tickling as he moved to take her nipple in his mouth. Marissa sighed as she felt her need for him build yet again. "Ry? If you keep doing that … "
He pulled back and looked deeply into her now smouldering eyes. "Doing what?" he asked innocently.
Marissa used the opportunity to get back off the bed. "Later. Right now we ARE going to the beach. Even if it's just for a few minutes. I can't tell Sandy that we have been in bed all day." She said as she fastened the top of her bikini over her breasts again.
"No. True. It might make him jealous." Ryan replied but this time he got off the bed and pulled on a pair of board shorts resigned to the fact that she was going to persist and realising that the sooner they got to the beach, the sooner they could return … to bed.
Marissa pulled on a beach shirt and threw her sunnies, some sunscreen and a couple of towels in her large tote bag. She looked at Ryan now waiting by the door. "Aren't you wearing a shirt?" she asked.
"I figured, I'd just take it off as soon as I got there, so why bother. We are at the beach." He added stating the obvious.
Marissa picked up the wife beater from the floor and threw it at him. "Put this on at least. I don't want the females in the lobby swooning at the sight of you."
Ryan laughed but did as he was told. "There's only one female that I want swooning and she's right here. And anyhow, how about what you're wearing. You can't tell me that outfit wasn't designed to give all men a hard-on as soon as they saw you in it? Why bother wearing a shirt if you can see through it?"
"It's supposed to add mystery and allure." Marissa answered looking down at the flimsy cover up she was wearing and realising that he was right – it didn't cover up much at all. "But, I'm only interested in one man's reaction." She assured him.
"Well let me assure you. If we don't get out of here in a hurry, you'll get exactly the reaction you were hoping for."
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As the lift doors opened, Ryan took Marissa's hand in his and proceeded to walk through the foyer. They hadn't even made it half way to the outside doors when the first reporter appeared beside them shoving a voice recorder in Ryan's face. Ryan just ignored him, pulled Marissa closer and kept walking. But, as soon as they exited the building, they were immediately surrounded by waiting photographers and reporters, all eager to get the first words from the new 'couple'. Microphones were being thrust in their faces and no matter which way they turned, more seemed to arrive. The hotel security were trying to maintain some order but there were too many people for them to control. It was obvious that they wouldn't be having any peaceful lie in the sun today, or maybe ever again.
Ryan turned to Marissa. "What do you want to do?"
Marissa was panic stricken. She'd never been in anything like this before. "Let's just go back to the room. I don't want to be part of this circus."
Ryan quickly turned. He put his arm around Marissa and pulled her towards him, to protect her from the crowd that had formed and as quickly as possible they made their way back inside. The hotel security managed to make a path for them to follow and then bundled Ryan and Marissa into the first available lift.
The burly helpers kept the reporters at bay and as the doors closed on the two occupants, Ryan turned to Marissa. "You okay?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah. I guess. I just didn't expect anything quite like that."
"Yeah. I know what you mean." Ryan replied as they arrived at their floor.
Ryan unlocked the door and held it open for Marissa to enter their suite, and as she did, the phone began to ring. Marissa walked over and answered it.
"Coop? Finally. What took you so long to answer … or shouldn't I ask? Nudge nudge wink wink." Summer asked.
Marissa was still a little shaken up by the experience from down stairs but she couldn't help but be amused by her friend. "Nothing like that. We were …" she hesitated wondering how she would explain what had happened and decided not to try "… downstairs and we were just coming back into the room."
"And I thought it might be something much more exciting." Summer replied assuming that they must have gone out for breakfast. "But I was wondering if I could talk you into going out shopping with me today? I thought we might go and start looking at wedding dresses. I want to make the right decision, so I'm going to have to have a really good look around. You know – leave no stone unturned in my search. I figure, I may as well see what the Miami brides are wearing. Not that I think I'll get anything here but it can't hurt to look. They may have some ideas. And Cohen still hasn't recovered from last night anyhow. And let me just add" she dropped her tone to a whisper "Six is possible … only just … but possible. Although I think that Cohen is going to be in recovery mode for quite a while and I think that I might be walking a bit funny." Summer added.
Marissa listened to her friend chatter and moved to sit down on the lounge. She had so many conflicting emotions going through her she almost felt nauseous. She hesitated and then said "Summ, I'm really happy about the six … I knew you could do it. But about the shopping would you mind if I took a rain check? … I'm not feeling so great myself and I'd rather just take it easy … if you don't mind?" Marissa replied.
Summer was surprised. "Um … well … okay … I just thought … you know … that …" she started.
"I promise that we'll go next weekend. Okay?" Marissa asked.
"Yeah. Sure …" Summer replied still taken aback by Marissa response. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. I will be." Marissa replied.