Present DayLuke stared at Rachel perplexed. What the hell was she saying?"Get out of this house!" Allie lashed out. "get out of here!"Rachel let out an evil smirk."I'm carrying your child, Luke" she rubbed her belly"Our little Garfield""You're talking nonsense" he scoffed. "I have nothing to do with you. We haven't even --""Oh, yes Luke we have" Rachel interrupted triumphantly. "Remember that day in your study, you were drunk and you came unto me?""That was because you spiked his coffee, you desperate whore bag!" Allie spat out at Rachel in fury"Maybe I did, but that doesn't change the fact that we slept with eachother"Luke's face paled and he fell silent. If Rachel was telling the truth and the child was his, he couldn't abandon it.Allie grabbed his arm. "Luke say something. Tell her that she's talking nonsense!"Allie shook his arm but he remained silent. She began to sob."How --how could this..." Her voice broke as she sobbed loudly.Her cries were becoming hysterical a

Restlessly, she tried to lift her hips in impatient demand but he stilled her by teasing light circles over her skin before tiptoeing his fingers down towards the soft bush at her groin. Her little moans had stopped and he could tell she was holding her breath, wanting him to touch her where she most wanted to be touched. For a while he teased her some more by holding off and when his middle finger alighted on her sweet spot and began to strum, she almost shot off the bed, convulsively clutching him by the shoulders. And as her nails dug into his flesh, Luke felt a brief flare of something he couldn’t define. Maybe it was his own little bit of rebellion which made him wonder how she would deal with it if he calmly removed himself from her body and told her he’d changed his mind.But he couldn’t. Even though she had betrayed him and treated him like dirt. Even though hers had been the first act in a chain of events which was to darken his life for ever, he couldn’t pull back. Even if h

Shirley had to resist him. Really wanted to. He began to massage her shoulders, briefly expelling a breath as he felt her soft flesh beneath his fingers again. ‘I’m trying to make you relax, but it isn’t easy because you are very tense, tesoro,’ he observed softly. ‘Very, very tense.’Shirley swallowed. She ought to assert herself. She ought to tell him to stop. But how could she bear to do that when it felt this good? His fingers were kneading at the tightness in her shoulders and she could feel the tight knots dissolving as if by magic. His thumbs began to circle rhythmically at the base of her neck and it was impossible not to just go with it. She told herself that the caress of his fingers on her skin was dangerous. She knew that. But it had been so long since she had been touched. Not since that night back in Norfolk, when their baby had been conceived.She closed her eyes. ‘Adam—’‘Shh.’ His fingers continued with their steady movement. ‘Don’t talk.’You shouldn’t be doing that

Allie really wanted to forget the misery and heartache she felt so she was all over Luke. She didn't want to let go of him because she feared that Rachel would snatch him away from her. Luke was a supportive husband and also kept on reassuring her of his love for her.He also could not restrain or hide his desire for her.He wanted softness and voluptuousness. Lush breasts he could bury his head in and a trembling mouth he could plunder to his heart’s content. For the first time in his life, he wanted someone who was outside his realm of experience—was it novelty value which made him hunger for his wife so much?He pulled Allie into his arms and saw her eyes widen as he began to run his fingertip down her spine.‘Luke?’ she whispered.‘Yes?’ he whispered back, lowering his head so that their mouths were centimetres apart. He was close enough to kiss her, but he paused long enough to allow her to shake her head. To give her a second opportunity to pull away from him. Because that was

My pleasure,’ he ground out.No. It was her pleasure. Hers. She’d never thought that her body could feel like this. As if it were on fire—and only Adam could extinguish that fire. She met the urgent thrust of his hips with an instinctive one of her own—until reality hit her like a ton of bricks dropped from a great height and smashed into her thoughts.She was standing on a bleak and barren moor, letting this man make love to her again!Her breath coming in ragged little gasps, she tore herself out of his arms and stared up at his face—where another shock awaited her. For this was Adam Stone as she had never seen him before, his features all dark and saturnine—looking like the devil himself. She pulled her sweater down over her aching breasts. ‘What… what do you think you’re doing?’ she stumbled.With an effort he sucked air back into his lungs and an unbearable frustration coated his words with bitterness. ‘Oh, come on—Shirley. A little less of the outraged innocence,’ he bit out. ‘