Page 21 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

My fingers slid down the ridges on his stomach. “Oh no, those were there.”

I caressed his face and led his hand inside my panties. Yup, I knew I was wrong for it. He’d made me come so many times in my dreams, I wondered if I’d come from his touch.

“Kara, what do you want?”

“I want you to make me come. Even though the room is still spinning.”

He laughed. “When was the last time you came?”

His thumb stroked my clit. My legs fell open like a flower in full bloom.

“In my dreams with you.”

He bit my chin. “Before that.”

“It doesn’t matter.” My back arched.

He pressed his finger against my tight hole. “Has a man ever touched you before?”

“Uh, huh?” I lied.

“Kara, it feels like it’s been a long time. You’re very tight.” He pushed his finger deeper inside me.

“Collin, just do what I asked.”

His arm rested above my head and his eyes were glued to my face. Collin’s fingers circled my clit.

“Oh, that feels so good, Collin. It’s coming.”

“I love how wet you are for me. So perfect, Kara.”

My lids lowered as he stroked my clit faster and faster.

“Oh fuck,” I screamed. My body shuddered as I gripped his arms.

“Yup, this tight little pussy belongs to me. Say it.” His eyes darkened.

“My pussy belongs to you.” I leaned up into his lips. He ferociously took mine.

Collin laid beside me, flipped off the lamp, then held me in his arms.

Shit, my first orgasm given by a real man. Not my rabbit. I wish we were skin to skin. Is this real or a dream? Did the liquor intensify my orgasm? Or was it Collin who made it better?

“I mean it, Kara, you belong to me,” he whispered against my ear.

Mr. Handsome held me in his arms. This was the best dream ever.

My eyes fluttered open. Throbbing pain struck my head in waves. Fuck, this hangover sucked.

Slowly, I sat up and peeked to my right. Collin laid beside me in a peaceful slumber. His curly locks were tousled all over his head.

What happened last night? Clothes were scattered across the room. I peeked over the blanket. My eyes widened. I was wearing panties and a sweater. And Collin only boxers.

Oh, shit. Did I fuck him? My pussy doesn’t hurt. Feels really good, actually. My friends said I’d be sore the next day after having sex. Great, he probably thought I was a needy woman who slept with all of her clients. I had to leave. I’d assign Ernie to be Collin’s tour guide for the remainder of his trip. I’d take another client out tomorrow. Doubt I was up to taking anyone out later today. Peeling the blanket back, I slowly slipped out of the bed. Collin didn’t stir. Not sure when he’d wake up. I ran around, climbing into the rest of my outfit.

After slipping on my jacket, I stared at Collin for the last time. God, he was handsome. His pointy nose laid against the pillow under those long brown lashes and above those thin pink lips. His muscled arms and shoulders framed his head. I wondered how many women stared at him after sex. “Bye, Collin.”

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