Page 91 of Five Days to Be Mine

“I know,” Mara says. “Thanks for saying that.”

Jenny shifts from foot to foot. “Are you still working on Wendy’s event?”

“Yes. I have a new studio space. I’m going to try doing it on my own.” She squeezes my hand. “With help.”

I squeeze her hand back and lean down and kiss her.

“If you need any help, let us know,” Jenny says. “I tried to clean up their mess but they aren’t paying us, so we decided to stop doing that.”

“Good call. I can’t pay very much,” Mara says. “But I’m determined to make it work.”

“Hey, we’ll take anything,” Matt says.

“We’re setting up the space tomorrow, if you’re free to come unload.”

“We’ll be there,” Jenny smiles.

“Okay,” Mara says.

They say goodnight and leave, and I catch Dawn’s eye from across the room and she makes a shooing gesture, waving me away.

“Come on, princess, let’s get you home.”

I love the feel of her hand in mine and I’m humming in the elevator. My brain is spinning with ideas to help Mara make her business successful.

“Have you ever thought of a business loan?”

I’m mentally kicking myself as her face transforms from post bliss to a cool mask. “That’s not an option for me.”

“I can help you look into it if you want. I can even buy you the business, bank roll your payroll.”

I’m tossing out ideas, and I don’t know what I’m about to say, but Mara pulls me down and kisses me and I stop talking, kissing her back, demanding that she open to deepen the kiss.

I break off as I take her to my door.

“You made me the proudest man in the whole city, the whole fucking world tonight, princess.” I’m caging her against the wall, kissing her lips again, as hard as the beating of my heart.

She laughs against my lips. “I needed that scene, Sir. Thank you.”

I pull her into the bedroom and we get our clothes off in record time and we’re nuzzling each other under the blankets and I’ve never been so damn happy as I am right now.

No matter what, I’m going to make Mara mine, permanently.

18 MARA

FEBRUARY 12TH

Inever thought I'd be spanked in front of a room full of people at a restaurant, but the memory makes me feel giddy. My ass is still sore in a good, satisfactory way.

The scene last night solidified something for me in my brain.

My trust in Evan reached another level and I believe he wants me, that he’s attracted to me.

Before I left his bed this morning, he kissed me, then moved down, his strong body over mine, as he kissed every inch of my skin.

We showered together, his hands gently massaging my head and shoulders until his finger dipped between my legs.

"I love making you come. My good girl.”

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