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MARCO

I ’ve been lying in bed, awake for hours now. Sleep has evaded me in the aftermath of what Imogine and I shared earlier tonight. I’m torn, my need for more waging war with the need to keep things nice and tidy. No messy relationships. No falling for a woman.

Looking over at Imogine now, I know it’s already too late. How can I resist her porcelain skin, nearly glowing in the moonlight as it filters through the window? The light kisses her curves, making me want to do the same.

I shove the creeping doubts back into the dark corners of my mind and slide the covers off us, kissing my way down Imogine’s incredible body. I settle in between her legs and part them, looking at her perfect little pussy. I suppress a groan when I see she’s already wet for me. My dirty little Imogine. I flatten my tongue and drag it up her delicious cunt, sucking on her clit when I get to the top.

Imogine moans softly, though I can tell she's still sleeping. I continue sucking on her folds, licking every inch of her sweet pussy, and finally, I spear my tongue into her entrance.

This gets her attention.

“Marco? Oh, ohmy god ,” she gasps.

I feel her hands on my head, tugging at my hair and pushing me closer. I chuckle at her eagerness, which makes her moan again. I’m suffocating on her intoxicating pussy, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

When I lift my head for air, I see Imogine’s beautiful eyes staring down at me in awe and lust.

I place one hand in between her perfect breasts and slide it down her body. She arches her back at my touch, which thrusts her wet, hot cunt into my face. Taking the hint, I get back to work, alternating fast and slow strokes, hard and soft strokes, until Imogine is whimpering and writhing at the tip of my tongue.

“I need to come. I need it so bad,” she cries out, bucking her hips and riding my face.

I growl and bite down on her clit, causing her to convulse and soak my face with her release. I drink down her essence and place sloppy kisses up her body until I take her mouth. Imogine kisses me right back and then licks her cream off my chin.

“You like how you taste?”

“Mmhmm…” she says, all breathy and sexy as fuck, before she bites my lip and kisses me again.

When we break apart, her eyes are glossed over, her pupils blown wide with lust. She gets a wicked grin on her face that makes my cock twitch. Imogine buries her face in my neck and nips my skin, causing me to groan.

“Your turn,” she whispers before shoving me off her with surprising force.

Before I can register her words, Imogine straddles me and kisses the fuck out of me. She gets me all worked up and then rips her mouth away from mine, making me growl in frustration. Imogine just smiles and kisses her way down my chest, scooting down my body, kissing my abs, lower, lower, until she’s between my legs, kissing the tip of my swollen cock.

“Holy fuck,” I hiss, gritting my teeth.

“Teach me?” she asks with equal parts innocence and sincerity.

“Baby, there’s no way to do this wrong. Do what comes naturally. It’ll be amazing because you’re amazing.”

She hesitates for a second, biting her bottom lip. Goddamn, the way she’s staring at my dick has me leaking precum. This must snap her out of her insecurities because the next thing I know, she’s licking up the little liquid pearl and putting her mouth around me.

“Jesus, woman,” I grunt. She’s hardly done anything yet, and I’m already on edge. I fist the sheets, resisting the urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth. It’s too soon for that.

Imogine smiles with my dick in her mouth, which is ridiculously sweet and sexy and perfectly Imogine. She bobs her head up and down, taking in a little more of me each time. Then she fucking shoves her face down on me until I hit the back of her throat. She gags around my cock, and my hand finds the back of her head. It takes every single ounce of control I have not to shove her down even more so she’s deep-throating me. Instead, I weave my fingers into her hair and tug her back a bit.

“Relax, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, giving me pleasure like this. Breathe, baby.”

She breathes through her nose and starts sucking on me again, massaging the underside of my cock with her tongue.

“That’s it, Imogine. Fuck, that’s so fucking it,” I groan.

She scrapes her nails over my balls, making me tighten my grip on her hair and buck my hips. I worry that I was too rough, but then she fucking moans and takes me deeper.

“So good, baby. So fucking good.”

Imogine is perfect, already a pro at reading my body and responding. She cups my balls and sucks me into the back of her throat again, swallowing around the head of my cock.

“I’m close. Shit, sweetheart…”

Fuck, I want to come down her throat so badly, but I want to be inside her little cunt more. I pull on her hair, popping her off my dick. She pouts, which makes me chuckle.

“Need inside that little pussy of yours,” I say by way of explanation. She licks her lips and nods as she climbs up my body and straddles me. “You want to ride me, dirty girl?”

She bites her lip and nods again, so damn sexy and eager.

I slide my hands up her legs and grip her hips, holding her above my aching cock.

“Ask me nicely,” I growl.

“Let me ride your big fat cock, please .”

“Fucking Christ,” I mutter. She has no idea what she does to me. “Use me, baby girl. Use me for your pleasure.”

Imogine drops down on me in one swift motion, making us both cry out.

“Take it slow, sweetheart. You have to be sore,” I choke out, though it takes every ounce of strength not to rut into her.

“I’m okay,” she reassures me. “I need it. I need you. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“I’m right there with you.”

I slide my hands down her back and grip her ass, helping her grind down on me until she finds what feels good. Imogine braces herself with a hand on either side of my head, placing her delicious tits right in my face. I suck on her breasts and bite her nipples while she rolls her hips and fucks me with everything she has.

“Marco! Oh, fuck…”

Imogine tenses and buries her head in my neck as her entire body goes still. Then, all at once, she loses control, her body spasming around me. She bites my neck and fucking gushes all over me, her release dripping down my balls.

I grab her ass, pull her cheeks apart, and fuck up into her, grunting each time I hit home. Imogine cries out, and a fresh wave of wetness coats me as she comes again, her pussy choking the life out of my dick.

With a roar, I shoot my load deep inside her, filling her so full that it leaks out of her pussy. The bed is a fucking mess, sloppy with our combined orgasms, which only makes everything that much hotter.

Imogine takes a shuddering breath and goes limp in my arms, her little heart beating so fast in her chest. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as we both come back to earth. Moments later, she’s snoring softly, making me smile with how thoroughly I fucked her.

I’m not sure how much time passes as I cycle in and out of sleep, but something wakes me completely. I blink a few times, getting my bearings. My cell phone vibrates from where I left it on the bedside table, which must have been what woke me.

I grab the phone so it doesn’t wake Imogine up. When I see Aurelio’s name flash across the screen, I know I have to take the call. Carefully untangling myself from my sweet, sexy girl, I throw on a pair of sweats and head to the living room.

“Everything okay, Boss?” I ask, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. It’s only six-thirty in the morning, which means this must be important.

“The detectives were at the club last night,” he says, putting me on edge.

“Eclipse?” I clarify.

“Yes. Our man on the inside said they were talking about your date. Enrico filled me in about the fake girlfriend being your cover, but something happened last night.”

I furrow my brow, not sure what he’s talking about. If anything, that kiss last night should have solidified that we’re in a legit relationship. We definitely are now. Nothing could keep me away from Imogine after what we shared.

“Nothing happened. I met with Grayson, renewed our deal, and took Imogine back to my place.” I didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s out there now.

“Who is this woman to you, Marco? A cover? Something more?”

I start to say something but then stop myself. How do I even begin to answer that? I need to have this conversation with Imogine before announcing it to Aurelio.

“Your silence is loud and clear,” he mutters. “You were distracted and got sloppy last night. Trying to rush things along, I assume?”

“What do you mean?” My heart races, waking me up even more.

“They saw the exchange of money,” he explains.

“That’s not proof of anything,” I reply.

“It was enough for them to question Grayson about the interaction.”

“They what ?” I pace in front of the couch, running a hand through my hair and tugging at the strands.

“He played it off, but we can’t take any more chances. We’re close to having enough evidence to take the dirty cops down and keep them down. The documents Lorenzo provided, combined with the pressure we’ve applied through the media and our allies, are finally starting to work in our favor—but for now, we need to stay under the radar. . They’re scrutinizing every little move, and they won’t hesitate to question your not-so-fake girlfriend.”

“Shit,” I mutter, clenching my fists.

“You know what to do. Distance yourself from her. Isolate. Come to my place for a few days.”

“But…” I sigh, knowing there’s no use in arguing. “Yes, Boss.”

We hang up, and I collapse on the couch with an exasperated sigh. Nothing could keep me away from Imogine… except this. Her safety isn’t something I’m willing to risk, even if it makes me look like a bad guy to her.

Fuck, this isn’t fair. Not to me, and especially not to Imogine. I shouldn’t have dragged her into this. It felt like the perfect solution to both of our problems, but in reality, I only put her in harm’s way.

Still, I can’t bring myself to regret any of my decisions. Every single one brought me closer to her, and for that, I won’t apologize.

I debate for a few moments on whether to wake Imogine up and talk to her face to face. In the end, I know I’d never have the strength to leave if she hits me with those bright blue eyes.

With a heavy heart and a head full of conflicting thoughts, I write a note to Imogine. I set the slip of paper on the bedside table before gathering my clothes and getting the hell out of the room. If I stay a second longer, I might cave and crawl back into bed with my woman.

It’s only temporary. We’ll be together again , I tell myself. The ache in my chest grows heavier and more prominent with each step I take away from Imogine. It’s for her own good, for her safety, even if she doesn’t see it that way at first. I vow to make it up to her as soon as it’s safe again.

Even so, the pit in my stomach widens as I hop in my car and head to Aurelio’s mansion. Watching my house grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, I can’t shake the feeling that I just made a huge mistake.