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“Nothing. For now.” The layer of condensation on the mirror drips, hiding his expression. But the set of his shoulders, his measured breaths, and his flat voice tell me all I need to know.

Wade’s mask, the one I’ve worked hard to break through, is now firmly back in place.

Chapter Twelve

Wade

Wednesday, June 11th, 3:15 p.m.

My head spins as we leave the bathroom. What is going on? This thing with Meredith already has me on edge, and now someone is stealing from the company?

“You’re quiet.” Canyon watches me. He’s worried about me. That, more than anything, keeps me from snapping.

“Devising a plan.” I lead him away from the main area. “Are you game?”

“You want my help?” His face lights up, lifting my mood.

“Absolutely.” I place my hand on his back, and he leans into my touch. “Let’s start by talking to George. He’s not the current CFO, but he’s been around the longest. If anyone’s stealing from us, he’d know about it. Or at least know if it’s possible.” He was also Tim’s boss. Everything seems to tie back to Tim.

“Good plan, boss,” Canyon says, a smile in his voice. “But, um, usually at this time, George is sitting on a bench by the dock doing crossword puzzles.”

Bumping our shoulders together, I grin at him. “We’re taking the scenic route.” Once the wooded area swallows us, I take hishand. Just pretending this is all real and not ending in less than two days.

We walk over the small wooden bridge and are close to the clearing when I stop. “Hold on.” Nothing. I thought I’d heard a rustling. But that could have been the trees. Or maybe a squirrel.

“Wade—” I put my hand over his mouth and listen. Still nothing. No one in the clearing and no one behind us. I remove my hand but put my finger up to my mouth, indicating he needs to stay quiet. That’s not easy for Canyon, and I grin at him. Taking his hand, I pull him away from the clearing. His confusion turns to desire as I push him against an oak tree and kiss him. He quickly gets the memo and deepens the kiss, sucking on my tongue. Why did I start this? Now, I don’t want to stop.

Canyon stretches his arms above his head and grips the tree. He’s spread out for me, and I press my body against his, unable to draw this out like I want, but I’m also unable to resist a submissive Canyon. Submissive except for the smirk on his face. I kiss him because I need to with every cell in my body. He nips at my mouth, teasing, and fuck, I need more of that. Starting at his wrists, I brush my fingers down his arms and over his sides. He sighs breathlessly. Sweetly. I slip a hand under his shirt, squeezing the strong muscles on his back and moving to the front. His collarbone. His pecs. Pinching his nipple. I swallow his needy gasps as I twirl my thumb over the other nipple.

I pull away, placing a finger against his lips. “Shh…” Holding his gaze, I use my ring finger to lightly trace the scars on his chest. He tips his head back against the tree as he pants cute little breaths and thrusts his hard cock against mine.

God. I need more. I want to turn him around and fuck him against this tree. Or strip him bare, his legs around my waist as I fuck into him. I can almost hear his moans as his back scrapes against the bark.

I can’t do any of that, so I hold his face in my hands and kiss him hard before sinking to my knees.

“What are you doing, Wade? We can’t.” But his eyes say differently.

“I need three minutes. That’s it.”

He tries not to grin, but it’s there at the corner of his mouth. “Three minutes, huh?”

This is stupid and dangerous, but I can’t stop.

Pulling down his shorts and briefs, I release him and nuzzle the underside of his already half-hard cock, tracing the vein with my tongue, enjoying the taste of him. I want to take my time, but that’s one thing I don’t have, so I wrap my lips around his cock and suck, hollowing my cheeks. His earlier confidence turns to needy desperation, and I draw it out as long as I can. He cries out against his arm to muffle the sound.

Afterward, we kiss. Canyon trembles as I wrap my arms around him and kiss his temple. “I don’t want to move from this spot,” I say, kissing his neck.

“Please don’t make me be the grown-up today.” Canyon clings to me. “It’s your turn.”

Laughing, I kiss him one last time and pull him into the clearing. We drop our hands immediately. Just in case.

The camp is alive with animals. The ducks on the lake. Bluebirds singing.

Squirrels planning murder.

Or just gathering nuts, but I don’t trust them. Despite the squirrels, I’m not sure I want to return to the office. Not that I have a choice.

George is in his spot. The place he is every day at this time. Sitting on a bench near the dock and working on his crossword puzzles, only stopping now and then to throw pieces of bread to the birds. He’s also not alone. We both stop as we catch sight of the other people.

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