Page 147 of Mountain Boss

“And no electricity or water,” Fisher adds on.

“It has water,” Sterling argues back. “It just happens to be outside.”

“Next to the outhouse.”

I scrunch my nose at the outhouse comment.

Shared room and a no-electricity bathroom. Definitelynota sexy camping trip.

“Ignore him,” Sterling says into the phone. “Just pack your things, Court. And come to me.”

A flash of me on all fours with Sterling kneeling before me pulls a gasp from my lungs.

Sterling gives me a low hum, then the call disconnects.

“This says I’m here,”I tell my Jeep as I continue to slowly drive down the narrow gravel lane.

I followed the directions Sterling gave me. And I’m right on time. But I don’t see any signs of a cabin or a shack. Or Fisher’s or Sterling’s trucks.

I glance back down at the GPS on my phone.

Still says I’m here.

I glance back up and scream, slamming on my brakes.

Sterling shakes his head like I’m overreacting. Like I didn’t just almost run him over.

He steps up to my door, and I hit the unlock button with one hand still pressed to my chest.

“I could’ve killed you,” I gasp.

Sterling rolls his eyes. “You were going two miles an hour.”

I drop my hands to my lap. “It would’ve been a slow death.”

The side of his mouth pulls up in a playful grin. “Put the shifter into park.”

I don’t see the other vehicles, but I do as he says. “Where?—”

Sterling grabs my knees and spins me so my feet are hanging out of the Jeep and I’m facing him.

With one hand, Sterling grips the back of my neck. “Hurry up and kiss me.”

He pulls my mouth to his.

And I melt into him.

There is no other option.

I tilt my head.

His tongue swipes along my lips.

And I open for him.

He moves forward, clutching my side with his free hand and shoving my knees apart with his hips, getting as close as he can.

I moan.

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