“You said you had to stay away because you needed me to be sure. What did you mean? Because I am sure about loving you. That’s never been in question,” I say, needing to know what he’s thinking in this moment more than ever before.
His brow creases and his eyes fall closed briefly with a sigh. “I need to know that you want this with every part of you.”
“I do.”
He opens his eyes, and they burn into mine.
“Not just this.” He taps his finger from his chest to mine. “I meant that I needed to know if you’re ready for all the stories the press will want to write about you falling in love with your bodyguard. We’re a cliché, Princess. A fucking cliché that they’ll eat up.”
He looks at me, his face serious.
I can’t stop myself. I break into laughter. “You… you made a joke.”
His eyes glitter and a smile paints itself over his face, making his mouth look ridiculously kissable. “You’re laughing, so I guess I did.”
I stroke his cheeks, gazing up at him. “They will totally eat it up,” I whisper. “I might even need some extra private security until it dies down.”
“Killian and Jenson are busy for the next decade.” He grunts.
“They are?”
“I’m their boss again, so yeah, you bet your ass they are. No one is opening car doors and carrying your bags except me. Ipromised you I wouldn’t do it for anyone else. And that goes both ways.”
“You’re going to be my bodyguard again?”
“I’m going to be your boyfriend, Sinclair.”
He turns his face and catches my wrist in his hand, bringing it to his lips so he can press a kiss to it.
“We really need to tell my father,” I say, guilt pulling at my chest. I want to bask in this moment, soak in the beauty of having Denver back again. But the knowledge that my father still doesn’t know gnaws at me.
“He knows,” Denver says.
“What?” I gasp. “You told him? Was he angry? Was he…? Oh my god, he must have been so shocked!”
I swear Denver’s lips twitch, but his voice remains serious. “He’s… getting used to the idea faster than I thought he would. I’m just thankful he chose me and not Killian or Jenson.”
“If I recall, he said you were the best. Although, Killian is interesting, and Jenson’s funny,” I muse.
He flashes a warning look at me, and I bite down on my lower lip as I smile.
“I like your jokes better though, Brute,” I whisper, trailing my fingertips along his sinful lower lip.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Come back here and kiss me,” he rumbles.
“That an order?” I arch a brow, my pussy tingling at the way his eyes darken.
“It’s a fucking order, Princess. Now come here.”
I squeal as he pins me to the mattress beneath him and his cock thickens inside me again.
His eyes soften and he presses the gentlest of kisses to my lips, letting them rest against mine. “I love you,” he whispers, and then he starts thrusting again.
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