(A/N): This is a short chapter and I will tell you why, it's a lemon lol enjoy~

It's been twenty-four hours since the wedding and you've been laying on the bed in the dead of night staring at the ceiling going over the events trying to decipher the insatiable feelings you had no idea existed. Marco is a conundrum character compared to the people in your past. You struggled to piece together the answers as it felt like uncrackable code yet the simplicity is under your nose you simply did not believe it.

     Regardless of your opinion, your body has a different perspective. The constant feeling of being hot around him causing chills to run down your spine. Chills not out of fear but attraction. How many times did you bite your lower lip the way he gazed at you as if you were someone. Everything about him allures you down to his gentleness, voice, and even his kindness. Your mind begins to wander what else he was packing underneath. Before you could even imagine, you throw a pillow over your face to slap back to reality. "No (y/n)!" You whisper shouted. "You have to keep it strictly professional. This is Jaime's sitter. The last thing I want to do is mix personal and work. He's my ticket to an easier lifestyle." You murmured calming yourself. While the pep talk was a remedy for your mentality, it did not quell your burning urges. You hated to admit it but the man has a hold on you like a temptress. Probably why it excites you that all you can do is envision the man. There was no other way around it but to touch yourself.

Slowly you rub your bare thighs and rub over your panties to proceed in stimulation. Your breath starts to grow heavy as your fingers do the work of teasing you into rubbing your clit. You bite your lip imaging his touch. You let out a low moan and throw your head back, eyes shut doing your best but for some reason you grew frustrated even when you skipped self-foreplay, you dipped your fingers in raw pumped. You huffed and squirmed uncomfortably as you force yourself forward. Unfortunately, the feeling of your fingers did little to alleviate you. You groan in dissatisfaction and wonder what else to do. You check the time and go through your phone remembering your first job has an important event coming up meaning you had to prepare with the others and stay up late knowing your supervisor will sit on her ass and leave you in charge of leading the team. Begrudgingly, you send a text to Marco:

You: Hey, can you take care of Jaime after midnight? We're supposed to do an important event for our boss. This will last until Saturday.

Assuming Marco wouldn't be up so late, you searched through your apps for something to do and landed on a hookup app. You quirked a brow as you scroll through the possibilities and begin to chat with a random person.

Cameron 09: Hey baby, wanna have some fun? Saw how sexy you looked on your pfp

You: ;) Hmmm, what did you have in mind?

Cameron_09: *Thinking* How about coming to my place and fool around or some nudes?

You: So cocky!

Cameron_09: Oh you bet! I'm plenty baby and more

You smirk starting to get into the conversation as it grows heated for ten minutes and send a few pictures of your figure as prove and tease the male.

At the same time, Marco enters his room drying his hair with a towel after having a quick shower. He takes his phone from his desk noticing he's gotten a message from you.

Marco: Sure, that isn't a problem. Why don't you just have him stay the week here so we don't have to disrupt his sleep?

The sudden reply from Marco surprises you and has you sitting up straight. The mood was somewhat gone having to reply to Marco and take matters seriously. You catch your breath and shake the dirty thoughts and reply:

You: I don't know about that. I don't want to trouble you with taking care of him for a whole week.

The blondes shake his head taking a seat on his bed.

Marco: It's really not a problem. You could stop by and see him in the morning and I could bring him to have lunch with you.

At some point, the texting alternates between men all while you freshen up and throw on lingerie forgetting about the men for a moment to snap a picture and admire yourself. "Damn, I look fine." You smirk and send the picture with a caption before replying to Marco without realizing you mixed up the messages so when Marco loaded the photo, he was taken by surprised by the sexy pose in lingerie and the caption that reads, "this is your reward if you come over 👅💦💦" His half-lidded eyes widened as he gazed down at the sexy photo. Knowing it wasn't meant for him stung a bit but he also couldn't resist responding. Standing in front of the mirror attached to his bedroom door he snapped a picture of himself shirtless in a pair of gray sweats with his towel draped over his shoulders and text it back with the caption, "wrong number."

Upon first sending the text he felt confident and even a little cocky, however as minutes passed with no response he started to worry that he'd upset you. Ten minutes later he found himself in his truck on his way to your place. What was he going to do once he got there? He wasn't sure, but he needed to see you.

When he finally arrived he sat in his truck regretting his trek into the city. Glancing out the window he saw a younger man park and exit his vehicle. His wavy hair styled perfectly, just the right amount of stubble, donned casually in a leather jacket and jeans - Marco didn't compare to this guy. The blonde watched, jealousy bubbling into his chest as the man approached your door.

Without a second thought, he hopped out of his truck, the violent jingle of his keys drawing the other male's attention before he could knock. "Is there something I can help you with-yoi?" The brunette looks up at Marco confused as he claimed the door as if it was his apartment number. "Oh, I came here to visit a friend."

"I think you've got the wrong place." the blonde asserted, "You don't look like any of my wife's "friends." He cringed at himself for that one. It hits the guy that his hook up was "cheating" on Marco, and like most guys he wanted no part of the drama that may occur. "Right, well...if it's a bad time, I can go. It was nice meeting you." He spun on his heel and took off thinking he played it off.

While Marco believed he avoided a chance of you being stolen, he wasn't aware that the male had knocked on the door and was told to wait. So when the door opened, your beautiful form was met with Marco. "Marco?" You queried half-embarrassed to reveal yourself in a short, cut, crimson, silk robe hiding the sexy attire underneath. All you could think is how unprofessional the meeting is. "What are you doing here?" Marco cleared his throat trying not to stare, "Ah, right. Have you checked your phone?"

"What the hell does that have to do with anythiii-ng" You freaked out as soon as you saw the messages and the latest being you sent him a sexy photo. His reply has you blushing ten times seeing his delicious figure and the caption, "wrong number" on it. Had you seen it sooner you could have avoided confrontation? Instead, you're emotionally confused, turned on by his appearance on the image yet you manage to snap back to reality. "I'm so sorry! That was not meant for you, I was just talking to-" You step back as Marco locks eyes and moves forward closing the door behind you. He locks the door leaving you confused and excited. Words become incoherent lost in his eyes as he craned for a kiss. Your body moves on it's own, following the flow. Your lips burned as did your body, heating the core within, and just like the one night stand, there is strong chemistry lurking within, urging to be fed.

You squeeze his bicep under his jacket, easily growing aroused at the idea. This is who you've been craving for a long time and here he is making your wish come true. He lingers on your lips, smirking. Your response encourages him to advance. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself and I'm off duty." Somehow you didn't care. The only thing on your mind getting off. "Fuck it." You huffed, clashing lips. "In my bed, now, try not to make noise while Jaime is sleeping." You whispered. Shivers wiggled up and down his spine excited to have your attention.

"R-right, of course." He followed you to your room stripping off his jacket while you drag him from the collar of his shirt to the bed still locked on his lips until the back of your knees hit the edge, falling backward with Marco on top. Matching your energy, he pulled your robe open greedily running his hands over your lacy lingerie while gently attacking your neck.

The sensation sent goosebumps and magically arousing more than expected. It felt electrifying with each touch. It was exceeding your expectations. Each kiss burning into your skin like a mark so much you couldn't lay still, squirming underneath him. Hands shuffle under his shirt for a feel of his muscles and my god it took your breath away. "Fuck." You sighed as you frantically help remove his shirt for visual purposes causing you to stare in a daze as he stood in front of you shirtless. "Wow..." Is all you could say. "I'd like to say the same for you - yoi." He smirked before pushing you back into the mattress to continue nibbling on your neck and chest. Humming against your collar bone he gained the confidence to let his hand drift down to rub over your panties applying pressure to get a reaction from you. You shudder and let out a moan. He was testing you, asking for permission to which you grant him access by bucking your hips into his touch. You were growing impatient. You've been horny for the past hour and required his attention. You move his hand into your panties making your fantasy come true. Will his hands feel just like yours or just as expected or more?

Taking a deep breath he slowly slid his index and middle fingers over either side of your clit. Cherishing every tiny reaction you displayed. This was finally happening and he wanted to savor it; your squirming told him he'd have to move faster. Pressing his lips to yours he pushed his fingers into you pumping slowly. It is much better than what you thought. His fingers fit perfectly and what's more, he can feel just how soaking wet you are just by his contact. He picked up his speed hoping to coax more out of you while he cursed quietly. His lips left a warm trail up your neck and traced your jaw down to your earlobe. Hearing his husky voice further arouses you. You didn't think he could take you up to cloud nine just by his voice alone, but you were about to surpass the level of pleasure after unbuttoning his pants and massaging his bulge. You pause the make out and look at him shocked. What he was packing was beyond your imagination and as you sat up to pull his trousers down, your jaw drops. His girth and length are impressive to say the least and more than your usual hook-ups. "Whoa...damn I never thought...you're pretty big." You stuttered. Marco smirked slightly at her observation, "Are you alright with that~?"

"Um...yeah." You shake your head. "Of course, I can handle it."

"We can go slow." He kisses your cheek, "Let me know when you're ready-yoi." Raising his arched brows in surprise he moved to bite your ear, "Do you have a condom then~?" You glare at him somewhat offended as if treating you like a damsel. You lean in to bite his lower lip and growl. "Don't treat me like an armature, I can handle you. You're not the first." Raising his arched brows in surprise he moved to bite your ear, "Do you have a condom then~?" You groan forgetting something so simple and important. "No, but who cares just pull out." Looming over you again he tugged your panties down and tossed them aside before gliding his tip over your wet folds. He grew harder against you and leaned down to capture your lips as he teased your entrance. You grew annoyed by his teasing letting out a low growl, "no teasing, I don't have the patience". He smirked, amused by your annoyance, and licked your neck before pushing into you roughly. You gasp, digging your nails into him starting to feel his girth expanding your entrance. He was too big for your comfort and your hissing made it obvious. Feeling and hearing your distress had the blonde pause and pull away. "We can stop if it's too much." He murmured sincerely kissing your temple. "No, keep going." You huffed. He caressed your cheek and nuzzled your neck as he moved slowly hoping to ease you in. "Just relax," he gave you a sweet kiss, "I'll take care of you." His sentence falls like honey, so reassuring your own body relaxes. No one has paused for your sake and it frustrates you. How could someone be so perfect? It isn't casual at this point it's intimate and he's made it clear. He is going to take care of you soothes the anger in you. Feeling you calm he continues to thrust, taking his time to make sure you're comfortable. Soft kisses wind down your chest into your cleavage as he starts to lose himself in a moment of rapture.

Oddly enough you let out a moan as you let lust take over as his thrusts turn to pleasure. You tilt your head back and enjoy. He pauses very briefly to slide his hands between you and the mattress pinching the clasp of your bra allowing it to slack. Quickly he rids you of your confines and leans back down to swirl his tongue over your left nipple while running his fingers over the right. Once again your body resonates with his, responding to his touch. You arch your back as you let out a shaky gasp while he tends to your supple breasts. Every soft sound you made sent goosebumps over his skin. He hummed against you as he picked up his pace thrusting harder. Eventually, his hands slide down to your hips while his azure gaze swept over you appreciating the way you bounced against the mattress. He cursed again under his breath. The way your warmth pulled him in and squeezed him as your hips met sent jolts of electricity through every nerve ending.

Bending down again he huffed and kissed your ear, "Y/N~" His control was beginning to slip as his thrusts now seemed to have more pressure clapping against you. "You feel so good..." He stifled his own moan attacking your neck with kisses sending you to heaven. His thrusts consist, girth rubbing your G-spot until the knot in your stomach starts to uncoil. You let out a loud moan having never felt such ecstasy as you are then connecting with the blonde. "Oh fuck~!" The slapping, the wet noises and the bed rocking as the headboard slams against the wall have your toes curling as you reach the edge. You felt his erratic thrusts which in the back of your mind alerted you but didn't want to push him away.

To your dismay, Marco sensed it was time to pull out and finish himself off but not without assisting you. Both of your breaths grow heavy locking eyes for one last moment before cumming hard. You shudder, trying to control your orgasm. Your mind was in a haze as you're left more than satisfied. "Shit...that was....wow." You huffed. Marco smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment. I'd opt for amazing maybe life-changing?" He chuckled kissing your cheek quickly before swiping a few tissues off the nightstand to clean the mess he'd made on your thigh then cuddling you as you lie there vulnerable and coming down from your high. Once you came to, the old-timer had dozed off content with you in his arms as you stare into the ceiling horrified with the realization that you had slept with him. "Oh, crap." You sputter.