Page 14 of Five Days to Be Mine

Now I can't talk. My throat is closes up.

“Mara, I can’t wait to play,” Evan stands, offering me his hand. “Tell me if something crosses your mind. I want to make you feel as comfortable as possible. Do you have a safeword?”

“Can we use red for stop, yellow to pause and green for go?” I push out of my chair, stumbling a bit getting out of the seat.

Evan reaches a hand out and steadies me. "Works for me. Anything else?”

“One more thing.” I thread my fingers through Evan’s long, slender ones. “I need the lights to be off when we have sex.”

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“No.”

I hate seeing her smile leave her face.

She tries to pull her fingers out of my grasp but I hold on to them.

“But...that’s what I need.”

The wobble in her voice makes me want to wrap her in my arms and soothe away her worries.

"Tell me honestly. Is that a hard limit or is it what you want?"

"It's what makes me comfortable," Mara says.

"I want to see you. I want to see every part of you.”

She shakes her head, sending her curls bouncing. “But then you'll see my body.”

“That’s exactly what I want. I want to see what colour your nipples turn after I am done sucking them. I want to see what colour your clit is. If I don’t see your body, how am I going to worship it?”

My cock twitches at how she blushes.

“Evan, you don’t find me attractive.” The words are spat out. She turns her head from me.

I see the fear that’s thick in her aura like a shield, and I want to bat it away.

“You’re calling me a liar again? Oh, Mara, your ass is going to be so sore tomorrow.”

Her blue eyes drill into mine, her face crunches up in the most adorable way, and then I'm rewarded with that sparkling laughter.

“This is ridiculous. You’re…” She shapes her hands like a frame and holds them in front of my face.

“A horrible catch. I work all hours, I have a trail of exes, and I like to be in control.”

“One of the city's top bachelors, rich and handsome.”

“You left out, ‘cold, grumpy and bossyboots.’ All things my exes have said.”

I sling my arm around her, bringing her close to me.

She doesn’t pull away. She places her hand on my chest.

“Bossyboots?” Mara’s eyes glow. “That’s under that control thing, right?”

“Yeah. And the word used was ‘tyrant,’ but I’m trying to woo you. ‘Bossyboots’ feels softer.”

“I hate to tell you this, Evan. But bossyboots doesn’t make you sound softer. I like that you are straight to the point.”

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