“What the hell are you doing?” I growl up.

It’s chilly today, much too cold for anyone to be walking around naked. I’m shirtless and sweaty, but the only reason I’m not feeling the cold as much is because I’ve been hauling lumber and hammering nails for over an hour.

“What do you mean?” June asks innocently.

“June,” I growl, “don’t make me come up there.”

She walks right to the edge of her balcony so she can look down at me. I’m staring straight up at her bare pussy. Her breasts look bigger today, and her nipples are hard and inviting.

It’s all pissing me off.

“It’s too cold for you to be out like… that.”

“Like what?” she asks, leaning forward and squeezing her chest against the railing. “Naked, you mean? Well, I sure would’ve loved to put on some clothes, but unfortunately, I don’t have any.”

“My men are all over the compound.”

She shrugs. “And?”

“And you don’t mind if they see you naked?”

She looks around and shrugs. “I guess the more important question is, do you mind if they see me naked?”

Great. She’s challenging me now. Which is a surefire way to get me to double down.

“You’re going to catch cold. Think about the baby.”

She pats her stomach and smirks. “The baby’s fine. The little tyke loves the cold.”

I look past her and see two of my men marching on patrol up the narrow path that hugs the building. In thirty seconds or less, they’ll round the corner and have a direct line of sight up to the balcony.

June notices my panic, follows my eyes, and smiles. “Someone’s looking a little possessive, Kolya,” she tuts, clearly enjoying herself. “Some might even say nervous.”

Jesus Christ, this woman.

“Boss,” Knox greets as he and Mischa step onto the grass incline, “Milana just called. The teams are on your brother, but they still haven’t been able to pinpoint his exact location. She just wanted me to give you an update.”

I nod distractedly. “Good. Go now. That way.”

I point them back in the direction they came from. Knox looks perplexed, as does Mischa, but they follow orders, turning on their heel to do the patrol route in reverse.

Unable to stop myself, I glance up towards the porch. Relief floods through me when I realize June slipped back into her room before either of my soldiers could see her.

When they’re gone, I take a deep breath and turn my attention back to the gazebo. It was a pleasant meditation before. Now, any scrap of calm and focus I managed to find in the handiwork has fled.

All I can think about are her perfect, round breasts. Those fat pink nipples. The titillating slit of her pussy.

I drop my hand to my pants and adjust my erection. It’s going to be hard to make any progress now, when the only wood I want to focus on is the one in my pants.