Mountain Boss: Mountain Men Series Book One
Mountain Boss: Chapter 88

I blink as the steam interrupts my view of the stars.

It’s so quiet out here. So… peaceful.

I close my eyes.

It’s obviously been a bit of a rough start, learning to enjoy the outdoors again. But…

I pull in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air.

I could get used to this.

The quiet. The beauty. The change of seasons.

I lift my hand out of the hot tub’s heated water and hold it up, letting the night air cool my damp skin.

If Sterling wasn’t a consideration, I think I could be happy to work here forever.

I lower my hand back beneath the surface.

What is it about that man that just gets to me?

It’s not just his looks. It’s his… strength.

His control.

Never in a million years would I have thought I was the type of person who would sleep with my boss.

But it’s like my body takes over when he’s near.

When he’s touching me.

I press my hands to my stomach.

When he pulled me off that ladder and held me against him…I swear my brain chemistry changed.

I’ve never been handled like that.

And then last night.

We hadn’t even kissed, and he had his fingers buried in my pussy and my mouth.

“Suck.”

My hands slide lower.

I’ve been on my own for so long.

I’ve been independent since before I was ready.

I’ve been teetering on the edge of desperate for years.

Letting go, giving in to Sterling—Mr. Black, my boss, Sir—was too easy.

Dangerously easy.

My fingers slip beneath the band of my underwear.

I don’t have a swimsuit, so I grabbed a matching set of underwear, light green brief-style panties and a non-padded bralette. In case I run into anyone, hopefully I can play it off as a bikini. If they don’t look close enough.

Though I have a feeling that anyone looking at all would set Sterling off.

I might not be able to get a solid read on him, but his jealousy always seems to be simmering just beneath the surface.

I stare up at the sky, dragging my hands off my waist and letting my arms float at my sides.

It’s been dark for hours, and I have no idea what time the guys will be heading back. So rather than touching myself in Sterling’s hot tub, I should get back to my cabin.

I can touch myself there.

Sliding off the seat, I lower myself until my chin is partially submerged, my braids soaking up more water.

I left my clothes and bath towel in a pile on the chair next to the house, a dozen strides away.

The temperature outside keeps dropping, so I need to prepare for the cold by getting myself as hot as possible now.

And I need the guys to go out more often because my muscles feel looser already, and I want to soak in this tub every damn night.

Bracing myself, I exhale and stand.

My thin bra does nothing to block the cold, and my nipples harden. The sensation isn’t entirely unpleasant since my body was already primed from thoughts of Sterling.

Careful not to slip, I climb over the edge of the hot tub, reaching my foot down to the steps.

The wood is cold but dry, and I let go of the hot tub as I plant both feet on the deck.

I heave out a breath, watching how it condenses in the night air.

Then the cloud dissipates, revealing the back of Sterling’s house.

And the open back door.

And the man standing on the threshold.