Page 56 of Marko

Once we dealt with the MP and I was no longer in danger, would his feelings change? Would his interest in me wane? The way he looked at me and treated me made me doubt it, but I could be wrong.

The man himself returned to the bedroom. My eyes followed his every move as he dressed, and my insides lit up when he gave me a sexy smile full of promise.

Grinning, I looked in the mirror to brush my hair and that’s when I noticed my reflection. Skin glowing, eyes shining and lips still swollen from Marko’s kisses; that was the face of a well-loved woman. I wasn’t wrong! My concerns were likely just a product of my usual overthinking. Soon, we’d have that talk and plan our future.

In the meantime, I was determined to enjoy every second with my Mr Sexy Nerd, in bed and out—preferably as much in bed as possible. That thought made me bite my lip to avoid grinning like a madwoman as I watched him finger-comb his hair. Marko gave me another sexy smile, and I blew him a kiss.

The sexy Russian stalked towards me, eyes betraying his naughty thoughts. My heart fluttered, and a surge of dampness rushed to my core. I knew exactly what that look meant. If we didn’t get out of this room now, we wouldn’t for quite some time and while I really wanted to stay, unfortunately, we had things to do and people to see.

So, I turned, giggling, and ran for the door. I made it to the hallway and glanced back just in time to see his feral grin before he grabbed me. I squealed, the sound catching in my throat as he lifted me and kissed me hard until neither of us could breathe.

“Blowing kisses is for kids. Grown men need a proper kiss,” he panted after finally letting us come up for air.

Fisting my hair, my sexy man went in for another kiss as if to prove his point, kissing me until my knees were weak and I was clinging to him unable to stand on my own.

“Now that’s how I want you to kiss me every day,” he smirked sexily.

“Only if you’re a good boy,” I said with a grin, darting out of the way as he lunged for me.

“I’m always a good boy,” Marko said, catching me from behind before I got more than a couple of steps away.

“In fact, I’m good at a lot of things, and in particular, I’m exceptionally good at being naughty,” he said with a chuckle as he captured me in his arms and tickled me mercilessly. I squealed and tried desperately to wriggle out of his grasp. But there was no escape.

Tears of laughter ran down my face, and I could barely speak but managed to gasp out, “Stop! If you don’t I’m going to pee my pants!”

Marko burst into fits of laughter but thankfully stopped.

“We can’t have that. We don’t want you sitting in wet knickers all morning,” he chuckled before his eyes turned wicked again, “Or not that kind of wet.”

Licking his lips, he reached for me once more, but this time I was faster and took off running. Wicked laughter followed me as he chased me down the hall.

I flew down the stairs, laughing hard and gasping for breath. Marko was right behind me and as we reached the bottom, he caught me again. With one arm wrapped around my body, the other clasped lightly around my throat, he pulled me back against him.

“Chasing you brings out the predator in me, Melissa. It makes me want to do so many things to you,” he whispered in a sultry voice that sent shivers down my spine.

As Marko nibbled on my earlobe, I gulped, as a rush of liquid dampened my knickers. Heck, I might not have peed myself, but if he didn’t stop now, he would get his way and I’d be sitting squirming in wet panties for the rest of the morning after all. Not to mention, I’d be too bloody horny to think straight. So, for my sanity and hygiene, I needed to dampen his ardour, and fast.

“Did you look through the MP’s files when you opened them?” I asked, turning to look at him.

My question had the desired effect. He sniffed and his eyes hardened as he answered. “No, just a quick glance, but that was enough to know we have plenty of evidence to incriminate the bastard!”

Frowning, he led me towards the dining room where we’d arranged to meet the others for breakfast, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Despite the fact he had said he’d only had a quick glance; I could tell that whatever he’d seen had disturbed him, and I braced myself for what was to come.

“After breakfast, we need to look through the MPs records, decide what we’re going to send to the law, then get it to the contact in Interpol we used before,” he told me, and I nodded.

It would be good to get this over with, but I was really not looking forward to viewing this stuff.

Everyone must have felt the same, because breakfast was a more solemn affair than usual.

Once it was over, we filed out, saying goodbye to the other women, all of whom had decided not to view the information with us. I didn’t blame them, and if it wasn’t something I needed to be a part of, I would have opted out, too. From the looks on their faces, I thought most of the guys would have as well, if that had been an option.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t, so we piled into Miki’s large office along with Janusz Glowacki and his oldest sons. We had met the other day, and I instantly took a liking to all of them.

Janusz Glowacki was the type of good-looking older male who made you think, “Oooh daddy!” and, like the Rominov boys, his sons were both gorgeous males with just the right hint of bad boy about them to make any girl swoon. Dariusz was especially yummy, and if I hadn’t been so head over heels in love with Marko, I would have been going all groupie on his ass.

I took a seat next to Marko at the large rectangular table, waiting for the first file to load. He projected everything onto a big screen for us all to see. We sat in silence as the first video began.

I’d always enjoyed crime thrillers and horror movies, so I thought if I treated this like fiction, I wouldn’t be as badly affected. I was so wrong. A wave of nausea hit me as the horrifying scenes played out. My stomach churned and my hands grew clammy. What the heck was I doing here? Why did I feel the need to watch this?

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