Page 37 of Camping with the Boss

He laughs. And the fondness soothes my worries. “Okay.”

“Do you need a word?

“Not likely. But I should have one.” He thinks for a moment…as if he doesn’t already have one. He’s done this before. I’m sure of it. “Watermelon.” At my confused look, he laughs. “I hate watermelon.”

“Okay.” I stare at his handsome face. How did I get so lucky?

“We’re taking it slow tonight, Canyon.”

“You keep saying that. What exactly do you mean?”

“Let’s just say our conversation the other night about top bunk versus bottom bunk won’t be relevant.”

He thinks I can’t take it? I lift my chin, but I still sound like a child. “I’m stronger than I look.”

“Yes. And even stronger than you think. But I want… I need to take it slow. I won’t risk hurting you in any way. I want to take care of you.”

“You do?” I’ve been taking care of everyone for so long. I don’t remember what it feels like to have someone else take care of me. But now I want it.

“Of course, sweetheart, you’re my—” He shuts his mouth.

“Your what, Wade?”

He’s not looking at me, and it bugs me. “We haven’t talked about it.”

“Tell me.”

His eyes have a hint of worry in them, but he cups my cheek. “I want to take care of my boy. Will you let me?”

Oh God. My dick throbs as I lean into his touch, my heart hammering so loud he must be able to hear it. “Yes, Daddy.”

The moonlight pours in, giving us just enough illumination. I wait for Wade to tell me what to do. How to please him.

His voice is low. Sexy. “Undress for me.”

I scramble to obey, ignoring my doubts. My body is nothing compared to his. But I focus instead on the hunger in his eyes.He wants me.After shedding my clothes, I slide under the sheets.

His eyes narrow. “Why are you hiding from me?”

“I'm not—” I start, but he raises an eyebrow. And that’s all it takes. “Yes, Daddy.”

I pull off the sheet and lie back, fully exposed. His gaze travels from my head all the way down, stopping at various points. My chest and my scars, my legs. Down to my toes and back up, finally stopping on my dick. Was he saving it for last?

“Beautiful,” he says again, in a husky voice. I don’t challenge him. It might douse the fire in his eyes. “Turn over.”

My cheeks burn at his tone as I turn and lie on my stomach. The friction of the mattress against my dick has me biting back a moan. His fingers skim down my back, and I suck in a breath. His touches are light, teasing, and not nearly enough. “Please, Daddy.”

He stops, removing his fingers from my skin, and I almost beg him again. “I’m in charge, baby. When I want you to beg, you’ll know it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Apologize.”

I swallow my needy groans. Why do I like this so much? “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I accept your apology, but there are consequences. Get on your hands and knees.”

Wade’s breathing and the crickets are the only sounds as I get into position, my heart racing and my dick pulsing. What’s he going to do?

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