Page 61 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

“Kara, not sure how I’ll be able to stop fucking you. You feel perfect.” Thank goodness she couldn’t see my bitch face. If one of the members of her fan club gets too close when we return to Talkeetna, I will take them out. Yup, slit their fucking throats. My cock jerked inside of her.

“Fuck, Kara, I’m coming.” I released her leg and squeezed her waist.

“Collin,” she yelled, as she took every inch. That a girl.

“Take every drop of my cum, Kara.” My eyes clenched shut. I couldn’t stop fucking coming. What the fuck?

I almost fell over as my body locked up. That had never happened. I slid my throbbing cock from her, gushing pussy and fell beside her, pulling her with me.

Kara curled into my side.

“Open your legs.”

I massaged her swollen cunt.

“Look at me, Kara.”

She met my gaze. “I’ll figure out how to be a good dad.”

Kara caressed my cheek. “I know you will, Collin. If I didn’t think you would be a good father, I wouldn’t be here.”

My brows rustled together. “You believed in me the entire time?”

She laughed. “I did.”

“Kara, I know you hate to fly, but I rather you travel with me on business.”

Her hand swayed my chest. “Ok.”

I was the weaker one between us. She was my fucking world and it just happened that damn fast. Guess that was what happened when a man found love.

We didn’t make love again until the next day. She was too sore to have sex twice that night.

**P**

My vacation came to an end, and it was time to return to work.

Sitting beside me in the backseat of the Burgundy Bentley, Kara’s breasts appeared especially perky in the coral knee length tight dress. Kara was so beautiful, she deserved dresses handmade for her figure. Once we arrived in Milan next week, I’d be sure to have several dresses and gowns designed just for her.

“I’m nervous, Collin.”

My lips melted against her matte pink lips. “Don’t be.”

Harry halted outside the elevator in the parking garage.

“I’ll call you when Kara’s on her way down.”

He nodded.

I assisted Kara out of the car. We rode the elevator up to my office floor.

She took a deep breath and clutched my hand before the elevator doors slid open.

We strolled through the cubicles. My heart beat thudded my chest. I’d never dated a woman. It was a foreign act.

“Hello, Mr. Daughtry,” one by one they chimed.

I greeted them in route to my office.

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