Marcus put his phone down on the bedside table and turned to Kirsten. She was lying on her back, naked, her pale blonde hair spread out on the pillow, her lips still slightly swollen from his kisses. It was a beautiful sight and his balls tightened. He reached for her, but Kirsten wasn't having any of it.

"What the hell is going on Marcus?" she asked, pushing him away.

"Oh it's just a mate. He's got himself into a spot of bother. It's nothing really," he replied nonchalantly.

"Who were you talking to?"

"Some girl answered his phone," he said looking at Kirsten's pink nipple puckering in the cold air and licking his lips slightly. "Now where were we?" he said huskily, moving towards her again.

"It sounded like more than a spot of bother," she persisted but she sighed as Marcus's lips closed over her nipple. He was going to make her stop talking if it killed him. "Who's Kruzel?"

Marcus abruptly stopped his eager ministrations. "No one you know," he said, his face suddenly hardening and immediately softening again as he moved down towards her, his lips covering hers, tongue delving into her mouth, expertly preventing any further conversation.

Later, Kirsten watched Marcus's muscular back and tight backside as he prowled across the hotel room and thanked the lord he was a looker. He really did have the best arse ever. Her job would have been so much more difficult, if she didn't actually enjoy what could have been the worst part of it. She certainly didn't enjoy the constant fear of being found out, but sometimes when his great big cock was buried inside her, and her entire body was responding to the slow rhythm he liked to build, she could almost forget and convince herself it was all for real. It was a dangerous game she was playing, she was well aware of that, but Marcus's animal appeal did mean she wasn't having to rely on her acting skills as much as she had in the past.

She knew he had just lied to her - she had noticed the slight puckering of his forehead and flaring of his nostrils, both dead give aways. He was far more stressed than he was letting on and she was beginning to suspect, a much better actor than her.

Kruzel. She had waited over a year to hear him mention that name.