Page 97 of Five Days to Be Mine

In the sitting area, where we had that first scene, that very first night we met, I stop.

I don’t know what is in the air between us right now, but it is like a rolling tide and I am not going to stand in its way. I break the kiss.

“Damn, princess. It’s sinful what you do to me.”

Pushing her back on the settee, I run my hands down her thighs, taking off her yoga pants.

"I prefer you in dresses.”

"Is that an order, Sir?”

I almost don't catch the smirk on her face because I'm too busy pulling my shirt off.

“Get that top off now.”

She laughs and takes the thing off and I swallow as she kneels.

Our fingers touch as we both go for the fly on my pants, she pulls down my boxers.

I sigh, playing with her curls as her hot mouth moves against my thigh.

"Call it a request.” I raise an eyebrow, a grin slowly spreads on my face.

She takes my cock in her warm palm, and then her mouth seals around my tip.

The sight of her on her knees, her curly hair like a cloud, her lips glittering from the gloss and her breasts naked, in a pure offering of submission, makes me so damn proud.

She may be the one on her knees, but she has me by the balls as much as she does by the heart.

"That's a good girl. Show me how much you like sucking my cock."

She cups my balls, massaging them, with even pressure. I'm going to burst, but I want to come inside her pussy.

Closing my eyes, I let out a low growl noise as her tongue flicks the underside of my cock in a long up and down stroke.

I am so hard for this woman.

"I want to fuck you until you scream, Mara.” I ease out of her mouth.

She grabs my thighs, her blue eyes so dark. “Then what’s taking you so long?”

“Sassy princess, I like it. Get on your back and spread your legs wide.”

“Yes Sir.” She runs laughing into the bedroom.

Her request for a takedown scene flirts through my mind, but I restrain myself.

Our week might be up, but I am going to make certain she isn’t going anywhere.

And that kind of scene needs to be planned out in advance.

I stalk towards her. I love how her breasts spill out, how her heels are against her thighs. Waiting like the splendid goddess she is, ready for me to worship.

The bed sinks under my weight, and then I am braced over her, slanting my lips across hers, my hands tangling in her mess of curls.

I kiss her, a slow, passionate, worshipping kiss.

From the first moment I saw this woman, she made me feel lighter than I had in years.

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