Page 126 of Five Days to Be Mine

I can’t help but hide my smile as she covers her nose.

“Here.” I pass her a box of tissues.

“Sorry. You made me snort orange juice out of my nose. That isn’t sexy.”

“It‘s adorable.”

Mara sticks her tongue out at me and I cluck her under the chin.

“To answer your question, yes. You don’t want to be scratched.”

“And if you’re going to kick, stay away from the face and testicles, please.”

“I definitely wouldn’t want to damage your sword.” Mara raises her eyebrows and I don’t know why, but I’m the one who is choking on my coffee now.

“How do you feel about clothing being ripped? I promise I’ll replace anything that gets torn.”

“I have no emotional attachment to any clothing I own. I can’t wait. When are we doing this?”

“You said you wanted to be surprised. Do you want to know the day I have this planned, or do you want it to happen?”

Mara stares at me. “Real surprise. I don't want to know when it’s coming. The anticipation is going to add to the experience.”

“I agree.”

“Do you want to wear any costumes?” I slide a plate across to her.

“Like animalistic stuff?” She digs into the food and moans around a forkful.

My dick twitches as I take the seat next to her.

“Or want me in a mask?”

“Maybe not for the first time. It’s really the…element of surprise here I think that I want. Being tackled, taken down, knowing that I am helpless after I put up a good fight...that’s what I want to experience.”

My blood is roaring in my ears. “It’s going to be great.”

“I know. Thanks for breakfast.” Mara takes the plates to the sink. “I’m going to get dressed and get going.”

“Want some company?”

Her cheeks pinken and I grin. “Or are you needing some space?”

“No…there’s just stuff in the studio I want to organize before people come over.”

“Totally fair. I asked for five days and we’ve made it to day number six. I want you to know that I am all in, Mara. I want this next week. Next month. Next year.”

She drags her palm down my chest. I grab her hand and kiss it.

“I’m not going anywhere, Evan.”

I didn’t know you could be so happy that your skin feels stretched because you’re smiling so much.

“Get going, princess, before I tie you to the bed and show you what your words mean to me.” I softly kiss her.

“I can’t wait for you to tie me to the bed,” she says over her shoulder.

I laugh and start cleaning up the kitchen, feeling like I am flying.

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