Page 135 of Five Days to Be Mine

She kisses it and laughs. “I think my shins are bruised from falling and where you grabbed me on my hips feels sore.”

“Yeah well, if you get some sleep, princess, I’ll make it all better in the morning.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“To bed, Sir Evan!” She grabs my arm and pulls me off the couch.

From the kitchen drawer, I find the arnica cream, and in the bedroom, I toss the cream on the end of the bed.

“Look at you,” I tell her, kissing her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

She tilts her head against my chest, and I take the robe off her shoulders.

“Let’s see those bruises.”

Mara holds her arm out. “It feels like there is one here.”

“I see it.” I take the arnica and squirt some on that spot, then see one above her hip and dab at that.

“You’re right about your shins.”

Mara laughs, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “Even bruised, Sir, you make me feel beautiful.”

My cock twitches. I quickly finish applying the arnica, then I cup her neck and pull her close to me, devouring her, kissing her as deeply as possible.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” Mara wraps her arms around me and yawns.

“Bed.”

I pull down the bedsheets and pat the bed.

Mara gets in, and I pull the sheets up to her chin, then I shut the lights off in the bedroom and climb in next to her.

“How did you just happen to have mats lying about?”

I laugh. “Not giving it up, eh?”

“No.” Mara yawns.

“I have a friend with customized mats to fit the hallway.”

“Julian’s into takedown scenes too?”

I take her hand in mine. “I’m not sure what Julian is actually into. He had mats customized to fit the hallway because he wanted to practice fencing, but then found a better space or something.”

“Some people spend their money on fancy cars or customized gym mats.” Mara giggles.

“He has plenty of cars, too. I’m grateful for the use of the mats, and he helped me flick the lights off in the elevator.”

“How did you know I’d choose the private one?” Mara’s eyes close, and she nuzzles against my arm.

“That was luck. If you hadn’t, I would have chased you from the elevator. I saw on the security camera that you got into the private one.”

“Spying on me?”

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