Page 66 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

I opened a bottle of white wine, poured myself a glass, left the salmon simmering in the oven, then I sauntered onto the beautiful rooftop. It was my little hideaway from the world. A woman sun bathed on the rooftop across the way. She couldn’t see me because of the tinted, see-through wall surrounding the roof. Collin said it was a privacy wall. I sipped the chardonnay. The sweet hints of peaches and citrus zest danced on my tongue.

“Kara, Kara,” I heard in the distance.

“I’m outside,” I yelled out.

Reclined in the gray lounge chair, my skin sucked up the sun rays.

He unbuttoned his gray suit jacket and sat facing me on the matching chair at my side. He reached between his long legs and caressed my thigh. “We should talk.” His brown eyes were hidden behind the mirrored aviators.

“We should. Collin, did you know your friend would berate me?”

“I knew he wasn’t happy I wasn’t returning alone. Why Bryce would call you a mail-order bride was beyond me…fuck, I want to bash his face in again just thinking about it,” he growled.

“Collin, he doesn’t know me-”

“Kara-.” His brows rose over his sunglasses.

I raised my hand. “He doesn’t know me. There are women who take advantage of men. I am not one of those women.”

“Kara, fuck him. He was out of line. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. He should have given me the benefit of the doubt. He wasn’t compassionate at all. How could he insult you without engaging in a simple conversation? We’ll run our business, but we aren’t friends anymore.”

“You two were bachelors for years. It may take time for him to adjust to the new change in your life.”

Collin rubbed his brow. “Still no excuse to blatantly disrespect you.”

“Who else will be unhappy about our relationship?” I slipped the sunglasses off his face.

“Dinner smells good,” he said, evading the question.

“Collin, answer the question.”

“Maybe my father.”

I swung my legs toward him. “We’ll get through it, Collin.”

He leaned over, peeking under my dress. “Why aren’t you wearing panties?”

I placed his sunglasses in his inside jacket pocket. “Because I didn’t wear them around my house after a shower or bath. You said this was my home, too, right?”

I stood and tilted my head.

His brows jumped. “Yeah, baby of course.” His big, strong hands pushed my dress above my waist. Collin’s lips pressed against my hairy mound.

I massaged his shoulders. “Collin, I need to check on the salmon,” I breathed.

His tongue slipped between my lips as he gripped my ass harder.

“Collin, you’re torturing me.”

His brown eyes sparkled. “I love torturing you. The couple of times you sat around your house without your panties, I thought it was because you wanted me to suck your pussy until you came hard in my mouth.”

My fingers slid through his silky moussed brown hair. “Both,” I whimpered.

“Open your legs, Kara.” His lids lowered.

I did as I was told.

“You taste so good, my rugged princess.”

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