Page 65 of Mountain Boss

Sterling loosens his grip, and I sway.

His fingers flex against my sides, then he drags his hands across my stomach until he’s no longer hugging me to him.

Heat pools between my thighs as zings of awareness skitter across my skin.

“You good?” His voice is rough. And hard to understand since my attention is still on the fact that I can feel how hard his cock is.

I take a shaky step forward, and his hands drop away from me.

Grabbing the railing, I turn to face my boss.

And I can’t help it.

My gaze drops.

To the large bulge pressing against the front of his jeans.

“Eyes up here, Cookie.”

I can feel the color in my cheeks deepen as lust turns to embarrassment.

Slowly, I do as he says and lift my gaze.

Sterling searches my face, not repeating his question despite my lack of an answer.

But he must see something in my expression because he dips his chin. “Go to lunch.”

Then he threads his arm through the ladder, lifts it onto his shoulder, and carries it down the steps.

I look up at the light above the cabin door.

Then I look at Sterling as he walks away.

My hands go to my stomach, sliding across the softness, feeling what he felt.

Eyes up here.

I squeeze my thighs together.

I can’t believe how hot that was.

Can’t believe I got caught looking at my boss’s junk.

Can’t believe I felthis junk.

Can’t believe he got hard from holding me.

I watch his back as he retreats, the ladder still on his shoulder like it weighs nothing.

He held me like I weighed nothing.

I press my fingertips together.

He called me Cookie again.

While he had a boner.

I relax my hands, spreading my fingers apart.

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