Page 119 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Your well-oiled machine would have been fine. It was fun.”

He takes two steps and I back up against the wall.

“Mara, you pitching in means the world to me.”

My breath catches in my throat as he drags the knuckle of his index finger along my jaw, over my neck, and brushes his lips against mine.

Never has a man made me feel so wanted.

So treasured.

“Can you help me get my corset off?”

He smiles, steps back. “It’d be my pleasure.”

I turn around, giving him my back, gasping as he slides his hands up either side of my body.

With deliberate slowness, Evan unlaces it and I exhale, feeling the fabric lift from my breasts.

“There.” He cups my breast, pulls me tight against him, and I feel his hard erection.

“I don’t know how you are still standing, marathon woman.”

“Pure exhilaration.” I let out a little yelp as he squeezes my nipples.

“You deserve bed.” His voice is deep and sultry.

My nipples pebble under his touch.

“I’m not tired.” The yawn that stretches my face large enough to eat an octopus says that I’m lying.

“You deserve breakfast in bed.” He slightly slaps my bottom. “Come on, time to tuck you in, princess.”

“If you insist.”

His arm slung around me makes me feel all liquidy inside.

In the bedroom, he unfastens my skirt and helps me step out of it.

He undresses, and I run my hands along his warm wall of muscles.

“You know what else you deserve?” He captures my wrists in his big hands.

“What?” I tilt my head to my shoulder.

“Orgasms.”

“What about sleep?”

“I guess you could have some. Only after I give you an orgasm.”

I kiss him back, loving his taste, loving the feel of his lips so familiar to me.

“You were phenomenal tonight, really Mara.”

“It was nothing.”

“You being there means the world to me.”

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