“Sweetheart, Denver’s going to stay with you tonight,” Dad tells me.
“Um—”
My father lifts a hand. “I know it’s usually only during the day, but please, it’ll make me feel better until they’ve seen Neil.”
Denver’s brows are lowered as he stands beside my father, all silent and serious.
“Please, Sinclair. Don’t argue with me on this,” my father adds.
I clamp my mouth shut and nod.
“I’ll take care of her,” Denver says.
I bite my lower lip.
“Thank you.” My father exhales in relief, then ruffles Molly’s hair. “Come on, Munchkin, go and say goodbye to daddy, then we’ll go.”
After they’ve left, Denver leans close.
“Time to go, Princess.”
I turn my face, enjoying the way his warm minty breath cascades over my cheek.
“Back to my place?”
“Later. I have something to show you first.”
“Denver Layne, did you get me a surprise?”
He clears his throat, his attention darting to where the remaining men are still talking, but they’re too engrossed to be paying attention to us.
“Maybe,” he rumbles.
“Maybe?” I squeal as his lips twitch. “You did! Thank you!”
“You don’t know what it is yet,” he says.
“I don’t care what it is. After today, anything is going to be amazing. It’s exactly the distraction I need. Thank you.” I clasp my hands together in front of my face. “Can I have it now? Where is it?”
I start patting his pockets, searching.
“Sinclair,” he warns, but there’s warmth in his tone.
“Where are you hiding it?” I slide a hand over his crotch, grazing his dick. “Is it this? Because if it is, then I want to unwrap it now.”
“No.” His hand closes around my wrist. “You can’t do that here,” he hisses, his entire body tensing.
I peel my eyes from his dark ones to look across at the table of men.
“They’re not looking.”
Denver exhales, looking at me like he wants to spank me. I flutter my lashes innocently.
“If it’s not this, then can I have my real surprise? Pretty please?”
His thumb traces soft circles over my inner wrist. He wets his lips with his tongue before he rasps quietly, “It’s outside, Princess.”
“I love this one! Turn it up!”