Page 132 of Five Days to Be Mine

I lay my head on his shoulder, and take comfort from his solidness.

“Next time, I think I want to wear a gorilla mask.”

I love how he always surprises me. I giggle.

“Why?”

“Because I feel like beating my fists on my chest and telling the whole damn world how much I love you. I love you, Mara.”

My hands in his hair, I pull his head towards me and kiss him. I kiss him hard, taking his lips between mine and finding his tongue, I swallow on it hard and sure.

“I love you, too, Evan Brennon.”

The words are out of my mouth before I have a chance to over think them.

I’m a sobbing mess.

He sits up next to me and pulls me against his chest.

“I love you.”

I nod against him, grabbing his arm. “I feel the same, Evan. I love you.”

27 EVAN

My body is humming with the satisfaction of giving my submissive what she asked for.

Mara is mine to love, mine to protect, and mine to take care of.

I help her up off the mat and guide her back into the apartment, grateful that the only other occupant on this floor has given me privacy.

I leave the lights off, while I get us to the bathroom, the floor lighting comes on automatically as we walk.

In the bathroom, I start the shower and, with my hand on the small of her back, guide her in.

I take a puff thing, soap it up and start to wash her.

From her neck to her back, and I take my time with her breasts.

“These are very, very nice boobs.” I can’t help but to drop a quick kiss on her dusky areola, but this is aftercare and I don’t want to ramp things up again, even though I’m tempted.

Mara laughs. “You really are a boob man.”

“I told you. Spread your legs.”

She does, and I soap between her thighs, then I cup her ass and make little circles with the puff.

Taking her from behind was so damn good. I’m going to dream about this scene for a long time.

That whole scene was amazing.

I loved how I could feel the moment when her fear turned to excitement and when her resistance turned to surrender.

Once I’m done soaping every part of her body, I gently some conditioner in my hands, and run it through her hair, massaging her scalp.

“That feels good.”

“It’s supposed to.” I rinse her hair, find her lips and devour them.

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