Page 94 of Mountain Boss

Not when I’m working alone.

Not when I’m touching myself.

And certainly not during whatever he’s about to do to me.

“But if you need me to remove it, just tap the back of my hand. Okay?” Sterling asks as he keeps walking us forward.

I’m beyond thinking about all the reasons why this is a bad idea.

So I nod.

Sterling presses his nose against my temple and inhales.

The move sends goose bumps dancing across my skin, and I moan.

He tsks. “My noisy girl.”

All I hear ismy girl. And I melt further into his hold.

Sterling chuckles, and it’s not fair how sexy it sounds.

He turns us, and I finally look up.

He’s taken us around the back of my cabin, putting the structure between us and everyone else.

“Brace yourself.”

I don’t understand his command until he loosens his hold on me, the flashlight dropping to the ground, the beam facing the cabin.

I reach my hands out, bracing them against the building.

I expect his arm to slip away completely, but he just moves it. Shifting it up until his hand is on my chest, just below my throat.

The neckline of my shirt is high enough that he’s not touching skin, but my body doesn’t seem to know the difference. It’s lighting up over every millimeter of contact.

“I’m not taking you inside to your bed.” He slides his hand down a few inches until the base of his palm is over my cleavage. “Because if I do.” He shifts his hand and palms my breast. “I’ll fuck you.” I moan, and his fingers flex against my cheek at the same time that his other fingers flex, squeezing my tit. “And I’m not fucking you tonight.” I whimper. He slides his hand down, away from my chest, over my stomach. “But I am going to make you come.”

Sweet baby Zeus.

My body shudders.

I need him to do what he says.

I need him to?—

His hand moves lower. His fingers work on my pants button.

“Are you already wet for me, Courtney?” He flips the button open. “When I stick my hand in your panties, am I going to find them soaked?” He pulls down the zipper.

I tell himyes, unsure if it was a rhetorical question, but under his palm, my answer is unintelligible.

“What was that?” Sterling nuzzles his face into my neck.

I nod my reply.

He flattens his hand on my lower stomach and pulls my hips back.

It’s his turn to groan.

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