He’s still catching his breath as he pulls out of me and then eases me up and into his arms, cradling me to him like I’m the most precious thing in the world. He wipes up my tears with his thumbs, then his lips, catching the final ones tracking down my cheeks.
I look into his eyes, diving into the gold flecked green as he runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek. He rests his forehead against mine, his soft words leaving him so gently as he holds me close.
“Me too,” he whispers, without me saying a word. “Me too, Sinclair, me too.”
34
DENVER
“Do you like it?”Sinclair beams as she walks out of my hotel room bathroom wearing only a shirt.
I run my lower lip between my teeth as I allow myself a leisurely roam up her toned legs until I meet the hemline, which is a couple of inches lower than where her panties would be… if they weren’t sitting on top of my bedside cabinet.
I lean back against the pillows on the bed, toying with her as I pretend to take my time to consider her question.
“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed about those guys at the restaurant?” she says, sauntering toward the bed. Her eyes are lit up, waiting for my reaction as she slowly unbuttons the shirt.
“Those guys are lucky to still be breathing,” I answer, pushing away the flare of jealousy thinking about the guys who were sending drinks over to her and the girls last night, trying their luck. A few choice words from me when they went to the men’s washroom, and they soon called it a night and fucked off.
“They were harmless,” Sinclair says, undoing more buttons and arching a brow at me in invitation.
I make myself comfortable as she undoes the last button, then crawls up the bed to straddle me.
It’s been five days since we saw Neil. Five days of the whole team working around the clock. Not only keeping tabs on him, but also trying our best to check out if what he says is true.
If there really was a man near the yacht that day.
Whether what Neil says is true or not, we haven’t found anything yet. I’m not sure we ever will.
And that’s something that’s been weighing heavily on everyone. So when Sinclair announced that her, Zoey, and Halliday’s friend, Sophie, from London, thought we should bring forward Halliday’s bachelorette celebrations to have something positive to focus on, Sterling agreed. I think he was secretly relieved to have the girls in London for a few days, away from it all. It didn’t stop him from flying the private jet over from New York last night, though, under the pretense it was to pick the girls up and take them home today—when we all know it’s because he missed Halliday so much that he couldn’t bear to be apart from her for more than two days without losing his mind.
I can understand that kind of madness all too well.
“I do like it,” I say, running my thumbs down the edges of the open shirt, admiring Sinclair in it. My blood heats at the way she shivers as my thumbs dust down the valley between her breasts. “You didn’t need to buy me a new shirt, though.”
“I owe you one,” she says, pouting. “Besides, I like shopping. I got as much out of it as you did.”
I run my tongue over my lower lip, unable to take my eyes from her body. “Okay, Princess.”
“Of course.” She sighs. “If you don’t like it…”
She shrugs her shoulders, letting the fabric cascade off her body. Her magnificent tits are presented to me at the perfect height to suck one of her rosy nipples into my mouth.
“Denver,” she moans, teasing my hair between gentle fingers.
I’m about to switch to the other side when the hotel phone rings.
Sinclair reaches for it, but I cut her off, giving her a warning look that she bats her eyelashes innocently at, her lips twisting into a coy smile.
My hand closes around the receiver as she slides down my body and pulls my dick free from beneath the covers.
“Hello?”
“Denver?” Sterling’s voice hits me at the exact same moment his daughter wraps her lips around the crown of my cock and sucks with a breathy moan.
“Sterling,” I say, frowning at Sinclair as she smiles around my dick and takes more of it into her mouth.
The recent worry in his voice has lessened. Theodora was charged and also admitted to paying those two boys to try and take Monty. She said it was to shake Sinclair up, and they wouldn’t have harmed him. And we’ve got Neil under constant surveillance, so Sterling has loosened the reins a little. I’m still assigned as her full-time bodyguard. But he’s not insisted I spend the night with her again.
