Page 161 of Mountain Boss

All the air gets pushed from my lungs.

“Five more minutes.” His lips graze my ear on each word.

I shove at his heavy body.

He rolls his hips.

I squeeze my thighs together.

He nuzzles his face into my neck.

“Can’t. Breathe,” I grunt.

He lifts off me, and I fill my lungs.

Smirking, he presses a kiss to the tip of my nose, and I swoon.

Then he shuffles over and swings down off the side of the bunk.

Gaping, I roll onto my side as he lowers himself to the ground.

The biceps. The shoulders. The pecs.

Those dips above his hips where his stomach muscles flex.

I roll back onto my back.

I’m not prepared to look atall of thatthis early in the morning.

The soft rustle of clothing signals that Sterling is getting dressed. A bittersweet necessity.

There’s a metallic zip, then I feel something depress the bedding beside me.

Rolling my head to the side, I find myself looking into Sterling’s eyes as he leans against the bed.

And he looks ready to film a fucking movie.

A Western, probably. Not some corporate thing. Nevertheless, it’s not fair.

I must be making some sort of expression because his cheek twitches. “What?”

“You’re too handsome,” I tell him, keeping my voice just as quiet.

He stares at me for a long second before shaking his head. But I catch the way his mouth tries to smile.

“You’re tired” is his response as he reaches out to run a finger down my—probably frizzy—braid. “I’m going outside. When I come back, I’ll walk you over to the outhouse if you have to go.”

The suggestion is enough to have my bladder nodding.

I start to pull down the blanket. “I can go with you now so you don’t have to make the trip twice.”

He shakes his head as he smirks. “Not going to the outhouse. Just gotta pee.”

“But…” I scrunch my nose when I realize what he means. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s not. But it sure is handy.” He holds up two fingers. “Two minutes.” Then he walks away.

To go pee in the woods.

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