Page 67 of Mountain Boss

A few more minutes pass before the rest of the guys start to filter in. And then a few more before we’re all sitting at the tables with our platesof ham salad sandwiches. Something I haven’t had since I was a kid and thought I hated. Turns out I just needed Cook to make it.

I try to stay present—as present as possible when my panties are damp—but I can’t settle as I sit here waiting for Sterling to show up.

Not Sterling. Mr. Black.

I need to keep it professional.

Professional, like his dick against your ass.

I shove another bite of sandwich into my mouth.

“Howdy, Boss,” Glen calls out.

My eyes snap to the doorway.

Sterling is walking through, eyes straight ahead, but he grunts in reply.

The chatter keeps up, and I nod along with something Simpson is saying, but Sterling is still in my line of sight, and I can’t stop my gaze from gravitating to him.

He picks up the plate Cook left out for him, but he doesn’t bring it to the tables. He just leans his sexy hip against the counter and takes a bite of his sandwich.

Not sexy.

How are man hips even sexy?

I trail my eyes up his torso.

He’s in another flannel, which seems to be the only type of shirt he owns. And I wonder if he’s wearing a T-shirt underneath or if his chest is naked under the soft fabric, like it was that first night I arrived, when he came out with his shirt unbuttoned and his toned, hairy chest on display.

Stop thinking about his chest hair.

And since when do I like chest hair?

Oh my god, stop thinking about him!

He’s a dick!

My eyes drop to his dick.

As I stare, Sterling reaches down, cups the front of his jeans, and adjusts himself.

My gaze snaps up.

And meets his.

Chapter 49

Sterling

My cock twitchesin my grip.

My little worker is showing her hand.

And the temptation to take her in hand is nearly too much.

I let go of my pants and pick up my sandwich, shoving the rest of it into my mouth.

As soon as I’m done, I set my plate down and clear my throat.

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