Hey everyone. I'm soory I haven't updated recently but I haven't been able to log on to the site for a couple of days. Here's a long one to make up for it.

I hope that you're all still reading. There are interesting times coming up.

Marissa finds out

Ryan left Keith and walked towards the door of his room and all he could think was … that he wanted to turn back the clock, hop back in bed with his wife and not answer the phone in the first place. If only that could happen and he could pretend that the last 30 minutes hadn't taken place. But unfortunately it was too late for that.

He picked up the newspaper at the door of his room and let himself back in only to find Marissa had fallen back to sleep. She was lying on their bed completely naked but for her rose petal bikini which, as promised, she had put back on. He stood for a moment just looking at her and taking in her beauty. He had so much on his mind. But it was the first day of his honeymoon and he wanted to be spending it in bed with his wife, not trying to work out what to do about his promiscuous secretary. Marissa stirred slightly, causing a few of the petals to move and he decided that Annabel could wait. Whatever he was going to do about her, it wouldn't matter if it waited a few hours. He was more concerned with his wife and what she wanted. And from the trouble she'd gone to, he had a pretty good idea of what that was. He quickly stripped his clothes back off and gently lay down on the bed beside Marissa watching her as she slept.

He figured that she was dreaming as the look on her face softly changed. He thought that he was dreaming when he realised that they were finally husband and wife. She was simply beautiful. He gently moved a piece of hair that had fallen across her face and was interrupting his view. He didn't want anything to spoil her beauty. Much as he didn't want to disturb her, he couldn't help himself, as he leant over and softly blew a few of the petals from one of her breasts. As he revealed a little more of her skin he persisted and blew again. This time he smiled to himself as he watched her now naked nipple harden in front of his eyes. He moved to the other breast and repeated his actions only to be met with the same result. As he watched her body peak and harden in front of him, he felt his body react in sync as his manhood sprung to life. When she was around he had no conscious control over it. He glanced at Marissa's face and noticed the smile and realised that she was in fact, awake, but she had chosen to keep her eyes closed and was pretending to be still asleep. He thought that he would play along with her little game so he moved lower on her body. Still not touching her but using the warm air from his mouth, he moved to her crotch and gently removed the petals from her mound.

Marissa couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of Ryan's warm breath upon her was sending her in to sensory overload. His breath was no longer enough. She wanted to feel his touch. She opened her legs and raised her hips hoping that he would answer her silent invitation.

Ryan smiled as he watched her movements. Still not touching her, he moved back to her breasts and again breathed hot air over them, watching as the nipples hardened even further.

Marissa could take it no more. "Ryan." she cried and she used her hand in his hair to push his head the short distance down on to her breast. She needed to find some release.

Ryan happily complied as he took one rosy nipple into his mouth and licked and sucked it while using his hand to play with her other breast. "Is that what you want me to do?" he looked up and asked.

"Yes! I don't want to wait any longer." She pleaded with him.

Ryan moved his hand down and started to stroke her inner thighs and Marissa started to buck her hips wanting him more than she could ever remember and yet he hadn't even touched her there yet. She could feel her bud throbbing; the ache almost painful. She thought that if he didn't touch her soon she would have to do it herself. She moved herself again trying to grind her hips into him.

"Tell me what you want?" Ryan asked loving the fact that he could have this effect on her. He could see that she was losing control.

Marissa rolled onto her stomach and lifted her self up on to her hands and knees knowing that this way when Ryan took her he would hit her g spot over and over again. "Please." She pleaded.

Ryan didn't need to be asked twice. He moved behind her and entered her, slowly at first, he held her hips as he thrust inside and started to move within her over and over. Marissa began to move with him as she could feel the waves of pleasure starting to build.

Ryan leant over her and with one hand massaged her breasts while the other rubbed her swollen bud. Marissa knew that she could not take much more as Ryan continued to move within her. The feeling was exquisite as he brought her to the edge and then continued over and over until she couldn't help but scream his name as she felt her walls tighten around him and the waves of ecstasy erupted and flowed over her. Ryan held her hips and continued to move in her until she felt him shudder his release and they both collapsed on to the bed.

It was some time later before Marissa was capable of coherent thought. Her body still felt like jelly and the ripples of her intense orgasm were not completely finished with. She had thought that it couldn't get any better but he always seemed to find a way to surprise her. She wondered how she had ever managed to live without him. Ryan withdrew and lay beside her. He softly lifted the hair that had fallen across her face and put it behind her ears and then lent to kiss her gently. "Are you okay?" he asked. He knew that she was still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm and he couldn't help but smile at the thought that she had been so out of control that she had screamed his name. He wondered just how soundproof the rooms were or if they had just provided entertainment for everyone on the floor.

Marissa nodded. She looked at him and tried to get her wayward body under control. It was a dead give away to just how much effect he could have on her.

"Was that what you wanted?" Ryan asked … knowing the answer already. "Or was there something I could do to improve it?"

Marissa felt herself shiver as the last effects of the orgasm left her body. "Don't try to be clever. You know what you do to me."

"I know that you seem to enjoy it. But I'm never sure if there's something I could do to improve it?"

Marissa shook her head. "I don't think there is anything that could be better than that. And if there is, I think I'd probably pass out and not be able to enjoy it anyhow." Marissa replied. "But somehow I have to find a way to return the favour. I don't like the idea that you seem so much in control."

"Let me assure you that it took every vestige of self control that I possess not to ravage you as soon as I saw you lying there. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. You never have to be worried about the effect that you have on me. Although I do think that the purpose of a honeymoon is for us to be able to practice this and discover just what it is that we each enjoy."

"If that's the case then I think that we started the honeymoon early because we seem to have been doing that for several weeks now."

"Except when Emily was staying." Ryan replied.

"Ahh. Don't remind me. I don't ever want to go through that again. It was horrible."

"True." He laughed. "But then it did make me realise that I couldn't be without you. Hence me coming to Paris with you." Ryan replied.

Marissa kissed him and said. "I can't wait to get you to Paris and show you around." She smiled. "And show you off." She teased.

"Exactly who are you showing me off too?" asked Ryan.

"You'll see. But I have no doubt that you will be VERY popular."

"If you're talking about your gay friends then just forget it. You know I'm only in to girls."

"Let me remind you …" Marissa said playing with the ring on his finger. "The only girl you will be IN TO is me."

Ryan smiled. He ran his hand over her naked body. "I'm sure I can stick to those rules. But tell me, was that an invitation?"

"Down boy. You need to give me a little longer to recover after what you just did to me. By the way, what happened to you? I was about to send out the search party."

"We'll talk about it later." Ryan replied not wanting to think about what had occurred earlier. He felt like a dark cloud had entered the room.

"Ryan what is it?" Marissa asked.

"I said we'll talk about it later." He replied and turned away from her. He knew that he needed to find a way to deal with Annabel but the last thing he wanted was for her to come between he and his wife.

Marissa turned to look at him wondering what had brought about the change in mood. "What happened? I can tell that something's wrong. So don't try to pretend it isn't."

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Ryan really didn't want to deal with all this right now but he could tell that Marissa wasn't going to let it go. He sat up on the side of the bed saying nothing; trying to decide how to begin. He started to rub his neck which Marissa knew was more of a stress and tension habit than anything actually wrong with his neck. But she moved behind him and began to massage his neck anyhow, hoping that if he relaxed he would tell her what the problem was.

"Did you give the message to Annabel?" Marissa asked hoping that she could trigger him telling her what the problem was.

"Yeah. I did. But she wasn't alone." He explained.

"What?" Marissa asked confused.

"She had company." He explained.

"Who?"

"Keith." Ryan stated, still shocked by what he had found.

Marissa hesitated. Just what was Ryan saying? "Do you mean that Keith had dropped by to take her to breakfast or something?" Marissa asked.

"No." Ryan shook his head. "Keith had slept there. Although I gather not much sleeping took place."

"Are you saying ….?" Marissa asked.

Ryan nodded. "Yep. Like rabbits. And they had been on Friday night as well, I gather."

Marissa was shocked. "What? I mean … we noticed they were getting on well but … I didn't imagine …"

"I know. I was just as surprised as you." Ryan explained.

"But what about Skip?" Marissa asked.

Ryan nodded. "Exactly."

"How could Keith do that?"

"He didn't know." Ryan explained.

"What?"

"He didn't know. He knew that Skip had a girlfriend but he didn't know who it was. He'd never met her and her name had never come up in the conversation. And it turns out that he actually asked Annabel on Friday night how come she wasn't with anyone and she conveniently chose to not tell him about her relationship with Skip. So they have both been used by her. Keith and Skip. She really is something."

"That ..." Marissa looked for a word that would fit. "skank? … whore? … I don't know what the word is. There doesn't seem to be one bad enough for her."

Ryan thought about mentioning the pass that Annabel had made at him but he decided that there was nothing to be gained by that. Plus, the fact was, that it may very well be enough to send Marisa into a rage blackout of her very own. And that was a memory that he didn't want of his honeymoon. He would much rather the ones that they had just created.

"So … does this mean that she's going to break up with Skip and move on with Keith?" Marissa asked puzzled.

"I have no idea what she intends to do with regards to Skip but Keith has removed himself from the equation all together. As soon as he realised what she was like, he was out of there in a flash. He couldn't get his clothes on fast enough." Ryan smiled.

Marissa noticed the smile and said." I'm glad to see that you find all this amusing."

"Sorry. It's just that when I say that Keith really couldn't get out of there fast enough, I mean that Keith REALLY couldn't get out of there fast enough. He left the room with just his pants on and carrying everything else and proceeded to get dressed on the way to the lifts. I'm sure that if there had been witnesses around they would have wondered just what had gone on. I'm sure that you would have found it amusing too if you'd been there. Annabel wasn't at all happy that he just walked out on her." Ryan explained. "I gather she hadn't finished with him."

"Good. And I hope you fired her sorry ass too."

Ryan shook his head. "I wanted too. I can't tell you how much. But I can't. She'd have me up on wrongful dismissal charges in a flash. She's not answerable to me for what she does in her own time." He explained.

"But they're your friends." Marissa replied getting cross with Ryan. She hadn't liked Annabel from the first time she'd met her and after this she wanted her out of their lives for good.

"Don't you think I know that? But what do you expect me to do?" Ryan replied.

"Surely you're not going to let her treat them like that? You must be able to do something." Marissa insisted.

"Well at this point I don't know what." Ryan said running his fingers through his hair. "I can't just get rid of her. At the moment I have more to lose than she does."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, firstly, if I sack her without good reason, which I don't have, she'll have me in court, which she'll come out of a lot better than I will. Secondly, if we want her to keep our marriage a secret, then I need to not piss her off too much." Ryan explained. "Otherwise she'll shout it from the rooftops. Hell, she could probably sell the story, I'm sure that someone would pay. While she's still an employee of mine, her contract requires her to keep any information I give her confidential, but if I fire her then she no longer has any reason to. And thirdly, right now she is basically indispensable. If I want to spend 3 weeks in Europe with you, starting tomorrow, then I need her in the office to keep things under control. Like it or not, she is very good at what she does."

Marissa glared at him.

"And no. I don't mean that. Although from what Skip and Keith have both told me …" he smiled as Marissa whacked him in the arm.

"I don't need to know." She exclaimed.

Ryan smiled. "But there's no way she can be as good as you."

"Nice save, Atwood."

"I do my best Mrs. Atwood." Ryan smiled looking at his still naked wife and wanting to get this conversation over and done with. He had other things that he wanted to be doing with her that didn't involve talking. OR Annabel.

Marissa smiled. "I think I could get used to being called that. I like the sound of it." She kissed Ryan lightly. "But what can we do about her?"

"Even if I could think of a way to get rid of her, which I can't, it would mean that I couldn't come with you. I'd have to stay behind and that's not the honeymoon I envisaged … with us both on opposite sides of the world." Ryan explained. "So I think that I'm just going to have to let it be for the moment. At least until we get back from Europe."

"And what about Skip?" she asked.

"Well … I was talking to Keith about that one and basically I figure that if she doesn't tell him then I won't either. At least not just at the moment. He has enough to deal with right now. Finding out that his girlfriend is sleeping around is not something he should have to worry about with everything that is going on with his father."

Marissa nodded. "I guess. But you will tell him … eventually? You wouldn't let him stay with her?"

"When he gets back from Australia, if she doesn't tell him what she's been up to, then yes, I guess that I will have to let him know. But it's not up to me whether he stays with her or not; although I can't imagine that he would forgive her after this. They were already having problems. Surely this will be the final straw."

"And what about Keith?" Marissa asked.

"Keith, I feel really sorry for. I don't know if she just used him to keep herself amused for the weekend or if she actually thought that she might move on with him after splitting with Skip but now there is no way that will ever happen. Keith feels terrible. He wondered about calling Skip and apologising. He wanted to make sure that Skip realised that he had no knowledge of their relationship before they hooked up. But I convinced him to wait until Skip returns." Ryan explained.

"You don't think that they will hook up together again while we are away? I mean he really doesn't know anyone else in LA. And it sounds like Annabel will still be after him."

"I don't think that Keith would go anywhere near her now that he knows what she is really like." Ryan hesitated and then asked. "Are you sure that we won't need him with us in Europe?"

"I don't think so. I can pretty much move around there without too much trouble and I don't think that you will attract the same sort of attention that you do here." Marissa replied.

Ryan thought for a moment. "Just to be sure, I might suggest to him that he take the time off while we are away and go back to San Fran for the next couple of weeks. He can tidy up all his loose ends, since he moved down in such a hurry to start work for us."

"That's a good idea. We could even get him to go and check on Cheryl and Emily for us. If he wouldn't mind?" Marissa suggested.

Ryan smiled. "I'm sure that he'd be happy to. I wonder how they're doing?"

"When we get back from Europe we should go and visit." Marissa suggested as she ran her hands over Ryan's naked back. "But right now, I have something else in mind."

"Is it breakfast?" Ryan asked moving his legs back on to the bed to lie beside her.

"Well it is something that I enjoy in the morning." Marissa replied smiling.

"Just the morning?" Ryan asked as her hands moved over him and he began to return the favour.

"I think anytime of day ..." She replied as his lips found hers and cut off what she had been about to say.