His tail wags faster as he gazes at us with bright eyes.
“You need a girlfriend,” Denver says to him seriously, pulling my vest up to cover up my breasts.
The move makes me giggle. “Monty doesn’t care if we’re naked.”
“No way is he watching, Princess. I want you all to myself.”
Denver grabs my hand and strides off. I follow him into the kitchen where he goes straight to the cabinet where I keep Monty’s special treats; the chews that take him hours to get through.
Denver holds one out in his hand. “Here, Boy.” He hands it to Monty, then points to the living room. “Off you go.”
Monty trots off happily and I stare after him. I have him well-trained, but that’s something else.
“He really likes you,” I say.
“You’re right. He never liked Brad Garrett-Charles though.”
I smile at his gruff moodiness. “No, you’re right, he didn’t.”
I turn back to meet his eyes, but they’re lowered, studying my sweatpants.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he grits. “Bed. Naked. Now.”
I don’t move. His nostrils flare as he bundles me up into his arms.
“I can see I’ve got three weeks of spoiled behavior to fuck right out of you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, biting back my grin as he takes us into my bedroom and kicks the door closed behind us. My clothes are dragged off me in seconds, followed by his.
I lie on the bed and stare at him as he kneels between my thighs, drinking me in.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasps, his eyes roaming all over my body.
“Everyone says I’ve gotten too thin,” I say, suddenly self-conscious.
Denver’s green eyes lift to mine and the adoration in them makes my heart skip a beat.
“You. Are. Beautiful,” he repeats. “And now that I’m back, I’ll make sure you eat properly, Princess. I’ll cook for you; you don’t need to worry.”
“You saying I can’t cook?”
“I’m saying you won’t cook because I will. I want to take care of you, and you’re going to let me.”
He brings his body down over mine, sealing his mouth over mine in a kiss that sets my heart racing.
“Yes,” I whimper, arching up to get closer to him. I’d agree to pretty much anything he wants right now. I just need him to touch me and never stop.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “But it wasn’t a question. I take care of what’smine. Now hold on.”
That’s all the warning I get before he grasps one of my thighs and pushes it wide, thrusting into me in one swift move.
“Denver!” I grab onto his shoulders, sinking my nails into his flesh.
He tuts. “So fucking greedy and wet for me that I didn’t even need to touch you and you’re taking every inch of my cock straight away.”
I mewl as he pumps his hips, sliding into me with deep, delicious, pump after pump.
“I love you, Sinclair,” he says, leaning down to kiss me again.
