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But it seemed Marko was determined to prove it was. I whimpered and moaned, clutching at his head, shocked that I could actually feel another orgasm building again. My god this man really knew how to turn me on.

My moans became louder as he thrust that talented tongue of his inside me several times, while his hands reached for my breasts again, teasing my nipples, slowly plucking them, then rubbing them until I squirmed under his torturous assault on my senses.

My body tingled with desire, but I needed more.

“Please, Marko, I need you now,” I begged, pulling him up my body.

He smirked as he lined himself up and kissed me hard.

“Fuck!” I cried into his mouth, tensing with the shock as he breached me in one swift thrust.

My Mr Sexy Nerd felt so bloody big, but I clutched him to me, holding him in place as I panted out breaths and forced my body to relax.

After several seconds, my pussy adjusted to the intrusion and he slowly and deliberately started to thrust, pulling himself almost all the way out before plunging back right to the hilt each time. Marko pounded into me over and over, keeping his body close to me and kissing me deeply all the time, and I loved the full body contact as he took me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him even closer.

Marko sped up frantically and his rhythm became erratic as he came close to release and my own built yet again.

“Yes!” he cried as I screamed his name, our release exploding in tandem.

Geez, I had never been a screamer. In fact, I had always made myself quiet until now, too embarrassed to truly let go. Yet with Marko, I not only let myself go completely, but I also bloody well shattered for him, just like he said I would.

Dear god, the man was bloody good. I smirked as he continued to thrust, ensuring we rode out every bit of our orgasm.

My inner voice did a little dance and chanted, “I just had amazing sex!”

And that’s when I came back down to earth. Oh shit!

Marko pulled away from me and I froze unable to move, my eyes squeezed tightly shut. What the hell was I thinking? We’d had sex without protection!

My eyes flew open at the sound of rubber snapping and I was just in time to see him pull a condom off and throw it in the rubbish bin nearby.

Oh, thank fuck! How the hell did he get that on without me realising? Mr Sexy Nerd’s got skills! Those thoughts all bombarded my mind at once as relief poured through me. The man might have given me the best sex of my life, but Marko was still a stranger, and I didn’t want to risk pregnancy.

My mum had been a single mother until she met my dad, and while she never complained about that, I knew the early years had been hard for her and so I always swore that wouldn’t happen to me. When I had kids, I would be in a solid, loving relationship, and they would be planned.

Marko returned to me and pulled me into his arms, kissing me on the tip of my nose, oblivious to where my mind had been.

“That was bloody amazing!” he said with a shit-eating grin that made me want to swoon.

As I watched him turn and open a drawer, I noticed a tattoo on his left shoulder, but I didn’t get any time to inspect it as my eyes dropped to his tight ass. Oh my god, it was so biteable!

Marko noticed me staring, and that grin was back in seconds. My cheeks flamed at being caught ogling him. Though why it should bother me after what we had just done was anyone’s guess.

Reaching his hand out, Marko ran his fingers gently down the side of my face, and my body shivered in pleasure at his simple touch.

Hell, I was in deep. How had the guy got under my skin so quickly?

Using the cloth he took from the drawer, he wiped me, cleaning my lady parts. Squirming, I fought the urge to close my legs as his hand moved between them. The intimate gesture overwhelmed me, making my cheeks grow hotter and I couldn’t look him in the eye. I didn’t understand my reaction since we’d already been far more intimate that this should not bother me at all.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

My voice failed me and so I simply nodded.

Marko looked at me and raised his eyebrows, but thankfully said nothing and simply reached down and handed me my clothes. I hurriedly dressed, still not quite able to look at him. My cheeks felt hot, and I knew I was acting weird, but my mind was a mess.

Maybe Marko had been right, and we shouldn’t have continued earlier. It seemed I hadn’t been thinking straight when I pleaded with him to continue because now that I was over the shock of everything that had happened, I was beginning to wonder about things. In fact, my mind was whirling with unanswered questions. Mainly about Marko.

As I’d thought before, it couldn’t be a coincidence that he appeared right after I was robbed, or again right after someone broke into my home. So, who was he and what did he want from me? Could he be working for the MP? Or be a police officer investigating me? If anything, it was more likely to be the former rather than the latter, and yet I didn’t feel any danger when I was in his company. But was there?

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