Page 33 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

She rubbed her collar bone with her free hand.

“Until when, Collin?” Her slanted beady eyes held on to my every word.

“Until you’re my woman.”

She retracted her hand from mine.

Greedy little thing didn’t like my answer. “What?”

“I hate how hot you make me. If you touch…”

“If I touch what? Say it, Kara.”

“If you touch my pussy,” she mumbled. “Collin, I’ll want more.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I’ll have to ration out the tongue and dick over time. It will be awhile before I let you ride my cock. I ain’t fucking around, Kara, you’ll be all mine.”

Shit, she was mine right now, but I didn’t want to totally freak her out.

“I know you didn’t expect to spend the night. You can wear one of my T-shirts. And no panties.”

She visibly swallowed. Her eyes fell to her plate.

“After dinner, let’s play a game of Connect Four. Maybe that will keep my mind out of the gutter.”

Doubt that.I smiled. “Oh, you’re going down.”

We laughed.

Finally, I could eat without stressing about her giving me shit about spending the night.

**P**

The game of Connect Four didn’t go as planned. We decided to just watch the movie and drink wine. Kara sat on the sofa and sipped her glass of wine.

“Were you a nose in the books kind of student or a party animal?”

I sat beside her and pulled her feet into my lap. “Mixed if you can believe it.”

I untied her boots, then placed them under the coffee table.

“You were half and half?”

“Yes. During midterms and finals, I was focused on my assignments. The first two years I played football, and I partied a lot. By my junior year, I settled down and only partied a few times a year. My buddy, Bryce, said I was too focused on obtaining good grades. Let’s say, he partied a lot more than me. Good thing we weren’t roommates, I wouldn’t have slept. We had our own dorm rooms at Harvard.”

“You never felt homesick?”

“Whenever I missed my mom, I’d fly home. Dad said I didn’t need to run back and forth.”

“Was he a loving dad or the life lessons type?”

“Definitely, life lessons. He never coddled me.”

“Do you want children?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you’ll provide the same level of compassion to your children?”

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