Page 83 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Yes, Sir Evan.”

“Good.”

Not moving his hand an inch, he marches me down the hall, right into the bathroom.

“I need that voice activated shower.”

I giggle as he opens the massive shower stall, turns the taps on and steps back.

“Now I have a restaurant to get to. This has to be quick.”

“Just like the mirror shop.”

“Quicker, princess. Get in.” In one quick moment, he has my dress off, my leggings are down. If there was an award for being the quickest at undressing a woman, Evan Brennon would take first place.

I yelp as he tugs me into the shower, his sinewy muscles against my back.

The warm water flowing over my shoulders, along with the heat of his body pressed to me, is amazing.

He reaches for a bar of soap, scrubs himself.

“Not going to let me have fun?”

“Quickie,” he grits out.

And that’s the last thing either of us say for a long while.

His mouth is on mine as he presses me against the shower wall, his hands caressing my breasts, making me wet. Making me so damn needy, I could squeal.

“Forget the quickie. By the end of the night, I want you to beg me to take you, Mara. I want you to beg for my cock.”

Ripples of pleasure shoot through me. The hot wave of fire in my body is so intense, I think I’m going to come right here, from his hands soaping me, from his mouth tracing my curves.

“It seems a waste of a quickie.”

Evan grins and kisses my forehead. “It’ll be worth it, princess.”

I almost want to cry at the absence of his touch.

Way before I’m ready, he stops the shower, takes a towel and dries me off, from head to toe.

“I want to cuff your hands all throughout dinner.” He squeezes my breasts in both hands as he says this, staring into my eyes.

I’m gone. Whatever doubts I have in the back of my head, the fear of what happens when he knows about the poor decisions I made, all of that evaporates.

This man makes me feel like I matter. Tonight, I want everything he is going to give me.

I want to show him that I can handle it.

“If you want me cuffed, then cuff me.”

“You’re going to take whatever I give you?’’ His breath in my ear sends a shiver across my body, my nipples beaded to hard aching points.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Opening the bathroom door, he brushes by me, going into his closet to get dressed.

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