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“Ow!” he cried out, laughing hard at my frustration.

I was so bloody horny I was near out of my mind with it and if he didn’t give me what I needed right that second I was going to punch him upside the head.

“Oh, I never knew you were so violent,” Marko chuckled, making me realise I must have said my threats aloud.

But he got the message, and his teasing finally ended.

Marko’s movements sped up, his rhythm becoming almost punishing as his own need grew until all I could do was cling on as he pounded me into the bed so hard I wondered for a second if we were actually going to break it.

I watched my Mr Sexy Nerd as he held himself above me. His muscles strained with tension, his skin glistened, and a small bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. I’ve no idea why, but I wanted to taste it. So, I did, I lifted my head up and licked it. He turned his face capturing my lips, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. As usual, Marko quickly took over the kiss, fucking me with his tongue as he fucked me with his cock.

My nipples were being rubbed deliciously as our bodies slid together, sending sparks of electricity straight to my core. Marko groaned, and the sound vibrated right through his body and mine, connecting us both, making me quiver like a tuning fork.

It was as if with Marko, everything was heightened, all my senses more enhanced. If I wanted a distraction, he was certainly providing one. If I wanted comfort, this was anything but. There was nothing comfortable about the way he was fucking me. It was raw, hard, breathtaking, and primal, and I loved it. Seconds later, I exploded, my orgasm making my legs spasm and my vision white out.

But Marko wasn’t finished. I lay there gasping for breath and soaring on the wings of my high as he continued to pound me hard, not letting up. I hadn’t even come down when I realised my body was building up for another release. How the hell was that even possible? I’d never actually come with a man before, yet with Marko, I’d come every time he touched me. Multiple times, in fact.

My emotions were wrecked. I sobbed with pleasure as he rammed into me, circling his hips slightly with every inward thrust.

Oh my god, how could anything be so good? How could anyone make me feel so amazing? My core clenched and milked his shaft hard. Marko’s movements became jerky, then his whole body tensed. We both cried out as our bodies released together.

Unable to move, we clung to each other, savouring the feeling of him still buried deep as the waves of our pleasure slowly receded.

Before Marko, I had thought the sex I had with the few guys I had been with was okay, nothing great, but not bad either. However, Marko had shown me the error in my belief. Those guys had nothing on him.

The chemistry between us was special. This was not just lust or a crush, this went way deeper. In fact, I was sure I was already halfway in love with the guy.

“That was fantastic, Melissa,” Marko said when our hearts had stopped racing and our breathing had returned to normal.

Shifting me off him, he tucked me into his side, and I snuggled close. We lay there and enjoyed the calm after our tempestuous love making.

A short while later, Marko broke the silence. Peering down at me, his eyes danced with mirth and his voice was laced with amusement as he asked, “Did I prove it? Am I better than any book boyfriend you could have?”

“Hell yeah!” I replied, laughing. “Although I’m not sure you can keep that up long term,” I joked.

“Challenge accepted, honey,” he whispered gently nipping my ear, his voice sultry and the Russian accent thicker than usual.

Licking my lips, I bit back a groan as my core clenched in response. Oh my, that accent was a panty melter for sure.

As he rolled on top of me, my eyes widened as I felt him getting hard again.

“Already? Seriously?” I asked unable to keep the awe from my tone.

“Unless you are too tired?” he whispered against my neck as he feathered kisses across my collarbone.

Tired? I was, and I knew we should both be getting some rest, but to hell with it. Rest could wait.

My body quivered in anticipation as I opened my legs in silent invitation. He accepted immediately, positioning himself between them and licking his way down my body. As his tongue lapped at me again, all I could think was, ‘Oh my, he really is taking this better than any book boyfriend challenge seriously.’ My toes curled, and I smiled wickedly at that thought. I was going to enjoy this.

CHAPTER 22

MARKO

THREE WEEKS LATER – THE MORNING OF THE BIG DAY!

Aloud snore woke me. I must have dozed off lounging in the chair in my office after looking over the MPs’ security information one last time.

It was the big day, and I was filled with both excitement and trepidation, and I was also bloody exhausted.

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