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“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “Shut up.”

He kind of chuckled, but it was strained. “Your pussy is like Heaven, boss.”

“I’m gonna come, don’t stop.”

My words seemed to spur him on.

I writhed on the table as my climax came within reach. Every glorious ride over my G-spot sent me higher. “Ah, ah, I’m coming… Balko.”

“Áno, aj ja prídem.”

I had no idea what he was saying, but damn it was sexy, grating from his throat in a rasping, hoarse tone.

I held my breath, tensed, and rose onto my toes. My orgasm spilled free. I was out of control, my body pulsing on the table, my spine spasming. I cried out as I throbbed around his cock, arousal spurting from me. I was hot, trembling, I wanted more.

He gave it. Pounding into me like a man fucking for his life.

And then he, too, was coming. He roared out his pleasure as he released and tugged me harder onto his shaft. I knew there’d be bruises on my hips tomorrow, but I didn’t care.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” he moaned, burying deep. “Damn it, you’re hot.” He shunted in some more, shifting me up the table.

I groaned and clenched my fists. My orgasm had been delicious and hard and long and had sated my whole body. Now I was rapidly relaxing, becoming floppy and boneless.

He ran his hands down my sides, skimming the outer curves of my breasts, my waist and my hips. He leaned forward, his chest on my back. “I hope we can do that again,” he whispered.

“I think it would…be crazy not to.” I was struggling for breath.

He kissed the side of my head. “I would never want to be called crazy,moja láska.”

“What does that mean?”

He withdrew and scooped me up, twisting me in his arms.

I leaned against him, clinging to his shoulders and absorbing the strength in his body.

“It means, my love.” He stroked my hair. “You do know that when a Slovak fucks he’s making love, no matter what else it feels like. No matter how wild, how animal like.”

“That felt like fucking.”

“It was also making love.” He paused and a small smile pulled his lips. “You have to accept, Freya, that if you let me do that to you, I will fall in love with you.”

It was early for the ‘L’ word, but I liked his honesty and openness. I nodded. “I can handle that.”

“Good, because I want more than your body. I want your respect, your time and, one day, your heart.”

“My heart is capable of holding a lot of love.”

“That is what I wanted to hear.”

He kissed me again, slower this time, deep. Showing me with every move of his lips and stroke of his tongue that he’d spoken the truth. That there was something between us…a future.

Chapter Fourteen

Balko and I reported back at the precinct feeling fresh, energised and satisfied. It was getting late, the sun slipping from the sky and spreading fingers of orange, lilac and pink over the horizon.

“Good, you’re here,” the chief said as we walked into the ops room.

Ricardo, Jonathan and Sean were standing in a row, feet apart, hands behind their backs.


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