Page 9 of Saved By the Billionaire

Inside, Sarah flicked on a light switch, and a lamp glowed by two armchairs in front of a stone fireplace. A mini-kitchen with some countertops, a small fridge blocked open with a brick, and a coffeepot occupied a corner of the one-room cabin, though cut-in walls in the back corner suggested a bathroom.

And along the back wall, there was—

Sarah bit her lip in a giggle because she was tired and had read too many fanfic serials online.

—Again, there wasonly one bed.

Blaze walked in behind her and dropped their duffels. “I’ll check the utility closet to make sure the well pump is on.”

The cold air inside the cabin was the same temperature as the night, and a shiver ran over Sarah’s arms. She grabbed herself to stop the shakes.

Blaze whipped his head around to stare at her. “You cold?”

She shook her head. “Me?No.I’m fine. Just a chill.”

“I’ll build a fire first. Will said there’s no furnace or space heaters because the electricity is barely one step up from an extension cord run from the neighbor’s line a mile away.”

He shouldn’t fuss over her. Sarah was perfectly capable of building a fire and doing all the things that needed to be done. “Oh, you don’t have to—”

His command was immediate.“Stop.”

“Okay.”

Weird how that word knee-jerked out of her mouth.

Blaze told her, his voice lowering to bass, “Sit in that armchair and wrap the quilt around yourself until I get this fire going.”

“Yes, sir,” Sarah grumbled as she started to trudge across the room.

Blaze’s arm around her midsection yanked her backward.

Sarah found herself plastered over the boulder of his chest, a very warm boulder that felt like it had been soaking up sunlight on a hot summer afternoon, and his heat infiltrated her clothes.

He said, “Be a good girl, little kitten, because I’m not too tired to turn you over my knee and spank you for insubordination. Now say yes-sir like you mean it.”

“Yes, sir?”

With one hand, he palmed her ass cheek, digging his fingertips into her sweatpants and ample flesh there. “Still a sassy little brat. Try it again, and say it like you’re a submissive good girl, like you would beg for my cock in your mouth or your ass, or else I’ll show you how awake I am. Navy SEAL school trained me to run flat-out for four days without sleep while carrying a boat.”

Too many danged dirty scenes that Sarah had read on those online websites flipped into her head. “I need a shower.”

“I don’t care.”

“I still smell like Starlight the Horse.”

Blaze shoved her stomach against his pelvis, and the thick rod of his arousal was evident through his pants. “I said,I don’t care.I’ll fuck you until you’re unconscious, and I’ll wash your body when I’m done with you.”

Yep, that was right in line with the stories Sarah liked.

Not that she wanted such an aggressive man in real life. Of course not. All the SnipSnaps and NewTubes warned women about the red flags of overly possessive men who would use your body and leave you gasping.

Yeah, that sounded just awful. She certainly should try to avoid that.

Blaze growled, “Now say yes-sir, and go sit down in that chair and wrap that quilt around yourself while I build a fire, or else I’ll start your very long night by spanking your pretty little bottom until it’s a beautiful shade of pink and feels like it’s on fire.”

This seemed—this seemed like Sarah should be the one who blinked. “Yes, Sir.”

As she stepped back, his arms around her parted, and she walked the few feet across the split logs of the floor and swaddled herself in the turkey red and federal blue quilt lying over the back of it.