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And I nearly choke when Courtney’s other leg presses in, trapping my hand between her thighs.

Chapter 66

Courtney

I’m going to come.

I squeeze my thighs together, the feel of Sterling’s large hand between my legs making it hard to think.

Hard to fucking breathe.

And I swear to Aphrodite, if he shifts his hand up. If he so much as grazes his fingers over my zipper, I’m going to literally come in my pants.

Chapter 67

Sterling

A pot crashesto the ground, and all eyes in the room turn to look at Cook.

“Whoops.” He holds his hands up, one clutching the towel he’d been using to dry said pot. “Nothing to see here.”

As everyone chuckles and goes back to their conversations, Cook moves his gaze pointedly to mine.

Not being as sneaky as I thought I was.

Courtney jumped when the pot dropped, and the feeling of all her muscles tensing went straight to my dick.

With my free hand, I pick up my bowl and drink down the rest of the contents in two swallows, finishing what’s left of my lunch.

I don’t want to move from this spot.

I want to stay like this forever.

But for both our sakes, I need to stop now before I do more.

I flex my fingers against Courtney’s thigh, signaling to her and memorizing how she feels.

Her thighs spread ever so slightly as I do, and as I stand, I move my hand toward her true north.

My pinkie grazes the seam of her pants.

And I clear my throat, covering up the sound of her inhaled breath.

Chapter 68

Courtney

My feet slapagainst the floor as I pace my cabin.

“What was that?” I direct my question to Spike.

If she could, she’d lift her spiny eyebrow at me.

“It’s not likeIinstigated it,” I huff, crossing back into the bedroom.

And it’s not like I put a stop to it.

I groan and drape myself over the edge of the bunk.

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