SINCLAIR
“Thank you for being here to celebrate with us,” my father says, pride and happiness oozing from him as he stands, holding his glass up in a toast. “I’m sure you’re all aware of how we met. But I promised my daughter, Sinclair…”
He chuckles as I wave from my seat. Denver’s hand clasps my thigh protectively beneath the long table.
“… that I would give her credit and tell the story again…” my father continues.
I part my thighs a little, placing my hand on top of Denver’s and sliding it higher so his pinky grazes my pussy.
“Princess,” he growls under his breath.
A rumble of laughter passes along the table at a joke my father makes.
“Move your hand if you don’t want it there, Brute,” I whisper in his ear, giggling, and he tenses, his eyes flicking along the table at the sea of faces.
Everyone’s attention is fixed on my father and the way he’s radiating love as he lifts Halliday’s hand to his lips and kisses it.
“Those three words were…She’s your gift,” my father says, reciting the words I told him when I hired Halliday to find him love.
I take Denver’s free hand in mine and clap with it, throwing him a little wink. He glowers at me, and I giggle again. He could have moved his hand and clapped with both of his if he’d wanted to.
We lift our glasses, toasting my father and Halliday. Warmth blooms in my chest at how happy and perfect they look together.
“Look at the way he looks at her,” I murmur. “He’s so deliriously in love.”
“Mm-hmm,” Denver murmurs.
“You’re not even looking,” I say with a smile, feeling his gaze burning into my cheek.
I turn and am captured by glittering green.
“I’m looking, Sinclair,” he rasps, all deep and sexy andhim.
“Yeah?” I bite my lip, staring at him as heat pools between my legs. I’ve been with the girls getting ready ever since we got back from the marina this morning. We haven’t been alone together for hours.
His fingers flex against my skin, and he slides them higher, turning his palm so he can swipe the tip of one through my arousal.
He curses quietly.
“You want to pretend you’re helping me with something?” I whisper in his ear as chatter breaks out around the table and serving staff come to refill glasses.
“We can’t leave together. Everyone will know what we’re doing,” he whispers with a tortured groan.
His eyes scan the table, snagging on something.
“What?” I breathe, following his gaze.
My father is leading Halliday away from the table discreetly. She’s gazing at him in adoration.
“I’m incredibly happy for them both, but now you have to sneak me out of here and do deliciously filthy things to me, otherwise I’ll be thinking of what my father is doing right now.” I laugh, pulling his face to mine so I can kiss him.
He gifts me with a scorching kiss full of promise that leaves my lips tingling.
Then he stands and pulls my chair out.
His eyes darken as he gazes down at me, and I blink, not even trying to hide my eye-fuck of him in his suit.
“Let’s go,” he says quietly.
