Page 81 of Five Days to Be Mine

Steff gives us a wave and leaves us.

“Evan, you have no idea what this means to me. I don’t even have words,” Mara spins on her heel, taking in the space.

“You don’t have to say anything. There is one thing I do want you to do.”

“What’s that?” Mara brushes her fingers against mine.

“Come to dinner at Sinful Bites tonight.”

She frowns lightly.

“You give me this and all you want is dinner?”

“Oh no, princess.” I twirl a piece of hair around my finger. “All I want is you.”

Mara laughs. “Yes, I’ll go to dinner with you.”

“Good, because I'm finally going to spank this magnificent ass of yours.”

“Oh, Sir. You’re teasing.”

“Not even a little bit. You’re mine and I can’t wait to show you off.” I capture her lips, hard and fast, al the blood rushing to my cock as she kisses me back, hungrily. I can’t get enough of this woman.

16 MARA

Evan’s kisses turn into open mouth hot hungry kisses, as if he wants to possess me.

I grab the lapels of his blazer, kissing him back.

His hand tangles in my hair, he breaks the kiss, and gazes at me with pleasure dancing in his dark eyes.

My stomach tumbles into knots. How can I possibly accept this from him?

My mom said she’d be willing to help with a space of my own, but she couldn’t afford this kind of real estate.

Besides, I feel my family has helped enough.

I had talked about starting a new studio with my friends who are helping me with Wendy’s event, but it’s the kind of talk you do in a wishful way, and I knew it wasn’t going to happen.

This is more than I ever expected.

The space is perfect.

But it’s not fair for Evan to give this to me, even if I agreed to spend five days with him.

Evan slips his hand into mine, tugs me against him.

“Mara, if Julian hadn’t given me space for my restaurant concept—which was only half-formed when I pitched it to him—Sinful Bites would never have happened. This is just an empty space, and it’s easy for me to give it to you. It’s up to you to make it into something.”

His cool tone calms down my nerves, but now a silver of pressure winds through me. What if I fail and make him regret his faith in me?

“I know you’ll make something beautiful here.”

I can’t do anything other than pull him down to kiss me.

He laughs against my mouth. “I’m pleased I made you happy, Mara.”

Is it this easy? It’s clear how happy he is, with the way his beautiful mouth smiles, the light in his eyes is bright and he laces his fingers with mine, walking us out of the space.

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