Page 125 of Five Days to Be Mine

“May I escort you to your post-Valentine’s Day breakfast?” I dramatically offer her my arm.

Mara giggles. “You may.”

“I love how this silky robe shows off your boobs.”

“You really like my boobs.”

“Yeah,” I start nibbling her. She playfully swats me away.

“What about breakfast?”

“Fine, but you're going to be dessert later.”

Mara’s high musical laugh rings out as we make our way to the kitchen.

“You cooked all this?”

“Yep. French toast casserole, frittata, bacon and fresh orange juice.” I mock bow.

“Perfect.” Mara pours herself a glass of orange juice.

Her phone buzzes on the counter. She picks it up, frowns, sets it down.

“Still being inundated with how wonderful you are?”

Her sparkling laughter fills the space. “I can’t believe the response.”

“You deserve it, Mara.”

She looks away from me.

“Hey, we’ve been over this.” I grab her chin with my fingers, tilting her head to me.

“Say it.”

She bites her lip, and long seconds stretch between us.

“I deserve it.”

“Good girl.” I reward her with a slow kiss.

Her phone buzzes again.

I break off the kiss, and this time her face has a worried expression that I don’t like.

I think of how she said I didn’t know everything about her and wonder if I should push her, if I should ask her who is calling her because it’s obvious this one isn’t from the positive feedback camp, but I don't want that to sound creepy or controlling.

“Sit, I’ll plate.”

She puts her phone face down and takes her cup of orange juice over to the island.

I concentrate on building out plates, but I want to take that worried expression off her face.

“So you want to be surprised when we do our primal play, you want to be captured, you don’t want to know when it’s coming and you want it to end in anal sex?”

We talked about it, yes, but it’s important to go over the details again.

Mara makes this snorting sound and I turn.

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