The Marriage SecretAfter three years of marriage, Emily Lynch is still wildly in love with her husband, computer magnate Finn Lynch, despite his workaholic habits. The only thorn in her side is the late nights he spends working with Maeve, his ex-wife and the mother of his child. Emily has always found Finn secretive about his relationship with Maeve ? now Emily has a secret of her own to tell Finn at their anniversary dinner. But Finn spends yet another late night with Maeve...
by Kim Lawrence
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In two seconds flat Finn's mobile features were wiped clear of all warmth and animation.
"I don't respond well to blackmail, Emily. Neither am I about to pander to your insecurities." Eyes icy cold, nostrils flared, he regarded her with chilling detachment. "Maeve has always been a loyal and valuable member of the team."
Not to mention the mother of his son and his first love! "I'll take that as a no, shall I?"
"Why do you feel so threatened by Maeve?"
Emily's jaw dropped. Was he for real?
"Other than the fact you were drinking champagne with her on our anniversary? Let me see?." She pressed a finger to her pursed lips and adopted an expression of intense concentration. "I'm deeply irrational?" The fake smile vanished as she lifted her narrowed eyes to his face. "Or I suppose it could have something to do with the fact you're virtually joined at the hip to someone who is incredibly beautiful, talented, has your baby?"
Swearing harshly under his breath Finn grabbed his wife by the waist and hauled her roughly against him.
"I didn't marry you for your childbearing hips, woman." His hands slid down until his thumbs rested on the soft curve of her narrow pelvis.
Emily's foxy red hair, soft and silky, brushed underneath his chin as her head fell forward against his chest. With a groan Finn pressed his face into the burnished mass, inhaling deeply the sweet, freshly washed smell. His hand moved under the short skirt of her dress and he felt her shiver as his fingers moved over the silky soft skin of her inner thigh.
"Cut that out, Finn!" Emily, on the point of dissolving, yelped, pulling free just as his tongue started doing shivery delicious things behind her ear.
"Don't look the innocent, Finn! You know I can't think when you?" The raw sensual glint in his eyes made her stomach flip. "And put some clothes on," she added hoarsely. "This isn't about getting pregnant, Finn. Well, not entirely," honesty impelled her to add. "Actually I?"
Emily shook her head, you couldn't use a baby to paper over the cracks in a marriage. "It's about the basics."
"Basics?" He regarded her with obvious impatience.
"Things like you letting me share things with you."
"No, Finn, that's Maeve you're thinking of. I'm Emily, the dumb redhead you keep at home."
"Sure, keep 'em barefoot and tied to the sink, that's my style."
"Don't be flippant! I want to be involved, Finn. I want to know about the things that worry you."
"You worry me when you talk like this."
"Sometimes you treat me more like a mistress than a wife!" she accused hotly.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"This isn't a joke!" she raged.
Finn looked into her stormy distressed face and drew a deep breath before gritting his teeth. "I know how much this baby issue matters to you. If you want, I'll go with you for tests and things."
Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was touched by what for him was obviously an enormous sacrifice, but also frustrated by his inability to see what she was trying to say.
"Have you listened to anything I've been saying, Finn?" she despaired. "And don't worry, there won't be any need for tests and things, because I'm pregnant!"