A Billionaire's Cabin Love - Posey Parks Page 0,15

was hard just thinking about how good her pretty lips felt wrapped around the head of my dick.

Every moment she never experienced with another man; I wanted all those moments. After last night, I realized I wasn’t willing to leave here without her. Sounded insane.

A man like me who didn’t believe in relationships. A man who enjoyed his freedom. Every time we were in close proximities, I wanted her time. All of it. I clenched my eyes shut. The thought sounded crazy the more it came to mind. Knowing she had a crush on me before I arrived, shit, that was the icing on the cake. I had a shoe in the door to seduce her, fuck her, fuck with her mental faculties, and show her she was all I ever needed after our first encounter.

That snarky attitude was challenging, and I fucking loved it.

Almost an hour later, I awoke Kara to eat breakfast.

She peeked at me, and a warm smile struck her beautiful features. That smile was electrifying.

“Sit up and eat.”

Kara stretched her arms and yawned. “I’m exhausted.”

“Eat a little and go back to sleep. Your job is very physical and demanding. How often do you rest?”

She tapped her cheek. “Not often. If I’m not on a tour, I work in the office and help my dad with the books.”

Smoke rose from the piping hot food as she opened the Styrofoam container.

“This smells so good. My favorite breakfast.”

Noted.

“What did you order?”

I bit into a sausage link. “Pancakes, a spinach and cheese omelet, and eggs sunny side up.”

“Sounds good. I haven’t eaten a spinach omelet in a while.”

“You want to taste?”

“Yeah.”

I picked up my tray and sat on the sofa beside her. Sliding my fork through the omelet, I scooped it up and slipped a sliver between her lips.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she shook her head. “Yeah, that’s delicious,” she mumbled through a mouthful of food.

My lips ticked up at one end. Like I said, there was no way I’d leave her. Yet, I ran a billion-dollar company in L.A. I couldn’t walk away from my legacy. I’d eventually have to ask her to come home with me. Was I ready to change my ways? No more whoring and running through women like I change cars.

“Hey, what’s on your mind?” Her forehead creased.

“You look a million miles away.”

I pressed my lips against her temple. “Our mushing appointment we missed it.”

What? I couldn’t tell her what was really on my mind. If she knew I was plotting to move her away from the only family she ever knew, she might cut ties with me. I’d have to wait for the right time. In two weeks, I might not want her to return to L.A. anyway.

“We own a husky kennel. My dogs only mush with me.” She winked.

“Good to know. So tomorrow, then.”

“Yes, tomorrow it is.”

“I’ll clean up.”

“Collin, you don’t have to.”

“It’s ok.” I stood, grabbing our Styrofoam containers with scattered pieces of food inside.

“Thank you.”

I walked into the kitchen.

“What’s your day like in L.A.?”

I discarded the containers in the trash. “Usually I arrive at the office before my team. Sometimes I stare out the window and watch the busy traffic roll down the street. But mainly I sit at my desk and study a company’s history before I prepare to buy them out for my client.”

“Do you travel a lot?”

“Yes. Sometimes I am home two days out of the week. I travel around the globe.”

“Are you the only acquisitions person?”

“No, my partner Bryson, and a few team members.”

“How long do you plan to run yourself into the ground?”

I smirked. Bracing my palms on the countertop. “Not sure. This trip was my emergency step away from my company.”

“Have you checked on your company since you’ve been here?”

“No. I will in a few days. If I start today, I’ll badger my team regarding their progress on closing out their tasks.”

“Good, you broke away and took much needed time for yourself. You’ll love mushing tomorrow.”

I sat beside her, placed my arms around her waist, and lowered us onto the pillow.

“What are you doing?”

“Something, I’ve never done. Cuddling.” My nose nuzzled her kiwi scented hair.

Shocked, she didn’t say anything. Her fingers gripped my sweater. “I’ll probably fall asleep.”

“Me too.”

**P**

The cold air whipped across my face as I clutched the bars of the sleigh.

Eight barking, husky dogs led each of our sleighs. Their paws smacked the snow packed paths through the Alaska woods.

“Woo-hoo,” Kara shouted ahead of me.

“This is invigorating,”