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do you want? Do you want to feel me inside you?’ Marcus demanded, his voice almost a growl.
    ‘Yes, I want you to fuck me. Do it to me right here,’ the blonde said as she turned around and held on to the statue, using the figure’s stony arms as a support.
    Marcus pulled her skirt right up around her waist, exposing a peachy bum, and he tore her skimpy knickers down to her knees. She bent over, and he grabbed at her bum cheeks roughly. Going to his knees, he kissed the soft flesh before delving in between, and the blonde gasped and writhed as his tongue invaded her most secret places.
    Marisa was shocked. It was like being on the set of a porn movie. She couldn’t believe Marcus could be so blatant. Her dislike of him intensified, and she turned away, feeling her blood boil. Another cheating bastard—were all men so disloyal? Marisa hurried to escape the maze before they finished. If they caught her, that could be very embarrassing.
    She found her way out surprisingly fast, and she hurried to the house. She wondered who the blonde was and felt sorry for Felicity. She obviously loved Marcus. She would be devastated to know what her randy husband was up to in the maze. Well, Marisa sure wasn’t going to tell her. Some things are best kept to yourself.
     
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    Marisa raced inside the house, darting for the stairs just as Felicity was making her way down.
    ‘Marisa, are you all right?’ Felicity asked as Marisa hurried past her.
    Marisa was unable to meet the woman’s eyes after what she had just witnessed.
    ‘Oh, yes, just lost track of the time. I’ll be with you in a moment. I’m just putting some trousers on, it’s a bit chilly out,’ she called behind her.
    ‘Righty ho, see you out front,’ Felicity said.
    They took Felicity’s Range Rover, and she chattered all the way to the village as she drove and chain-smoked. Marisa decided she was okay. Truth was she quite pitied her. Marcus was a real shit. She couldn’t believe he would screw someone else right there in the maze. Felicity could have seen them herself, how rotten.
    Thoughts of Mike crept in again, and she pushed them away, instead envisaging the handsome face of Lord St. John, or James, as she longed to call him.
    They reached Marlow, a pretty little village on the banks of the River Thames. Marisa thought it was charming with its stone cottages, Tudor-style buildings, and quaint town center lined with pretty shops and flower pots. There were several expensive-looking boutiques, and they spent over an hour going from shop to shop trying on different outfits. While in a particularly chic one, Felicity picked out a stunning blue dress embellished with Swarovski crystals. I’m going to try this one on. Do you fancy anything?’
    Marisa took a peep at one of the price tags and went weak at the knees. ‘Er, no, I’ll just wait here for you.’
    ‘Okay, see you in a moment,’ Felicity said, vanishing behind a heavy velvet curtain.
    Marisa took a seat feeling very self-conscious in her JCPenney coat and Barneys’ sale boots. She flicked through a fashion magazine as she waited.
    Felicity appeared, looking amazing. The dress hugged her slender curves. It was the perfect length for her, falling just on the calves, accentuating her long legs.
    ‘Marisa, be a dear and ask the assistant to bring me a size eight, this is gaping a little at the back.’
    ‘Oh, okay, just a min.’ Marisa walked over to the rail herself; she couldn’t find an eight, so she approached a pretty young woman who was busy arranging white roses in a crystal vase.
    ‘Excuse me. Can my friend have the blue dress in a size eight, please?’ Marisa asked.
    ‘I’ll just check the rail,’ she said.
    ‘I’ve already looked, there isn’t one there,’ Marisa said.
    ‘Oh, okay, I’ll just check in back if we have one in stock. I won’t be a moment.’
    ‘Marisa, Marisa!’ Felicity called out from the changing rooms.
    Marisa walked back towards her, wondering what