Page 85 of Camping with the Boss

“Okay,” he says with a laugh.

He smells amazing, and I lean in. “Do I have to wait for candles and roses, or can I say it again?”

“Say what?” he asks, trying and failing to sound innocent.

I kiss his fingers and stare into his eyes. “I love you, Canyon.”

“It never gets old.” His smile is sweet and somewhat shy. It lights up his face, and somehow, it’s just for me. “I love you too.”

“You don’t have to say that?—”

“Shut up, Wade, and kiss me.”

I give him a mock-stern look. “I’m still your boss.”

“Oh yeah?” he says with a grin. “I quit.”

Clapping erupts, and I glance at my brother.

“On one condition,” Ander says amid the applause.

It stutters to a stop. “What condition?” Silas asks. I love how my brother is already taking charge.

“Someone else needs to supervise Jared Porter. I refuse to do it.”

“Harsh,” Jared says. “I’m a model employee.”

“Why can’t you supervise Jared?” Silas asks.

“There’s a strict policy against dating your employees. For a reason. And I plan on…datingJared as often as possible.”

The clapping resumes, and I grin at Canyon. “That’s our cue.”

“Here? Now?”

I motion toward Ander. Jared has made it to the front of the room, and he grabs Ander and crushes their mouths together.

Canyon grins and rubs his nose against mine. Then he kisses me sweetly. We keep it light, just enjoying being able to do this. Until Canyon’s hand slips into my lap.

Oh fuck. I hold in the moan. “Babe, what are you doing?”

“I can’t help it. Can we get out of here? Please?”

His eyes are glassed over. His lips are red and puffy from our kisses. The longing in his eyes is hard to resist. “I wish. But I think we’ll be here for a while.” I nod at the front. Ander and Jared have slipped away, and Silas is speaking. “The man likes to talk. This is why the board meetings always go long.”

“Give me something,” he demands, grabbing my shirt.

“Let’s check the activity room. Make sure everything is…as it should be.”

He nods. “Yes. Let’s do that. You’re the boss.”

“What did we just talk about, Can?” I grab his chin with my thumb and forefinger so his eyes are on me.

“You’re not my boss?”

“Right. Now, are you going to behave?”

He bites his lip and gives me that innocent look that drives me wild. “Yes, Daddy.”

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