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SINCLAIR

I stand, ready to get started before Denver changes his mind.

“Shoot,” I mutter, pouting at my unfastened laces.

Denver bends, tutting as he starts to lace them for me. “How many times have I told you?—”

“Don’t give your opponent any vulnerabilities to exploit? I remember,” I say, before I shove him hard, catching him off guard and making him stumble backward.

His eyes glint as he looks up at me and quickly jumps to his feet. “Good.”

“Thought you’d like it.” I smile sweetly before blocking his arm as it comes for me.

The impressed look on his face makes my chest swell with pride. I’m a good student, and he might think we shouldn’t be doing this, but I’ve been taking notes, and this time I’m going to show him just how much I’m benefiting from it.

He comes for me again, grabbing me around the waist, but I get an elbow into the side of his face before he can lift me off my feet, buying myself a couple more seconds. He hisses and I struggle hard as he fights to bring me to the ground.

My back hits the mat as once again his size and strength outperforms mine. But like he’s taught me, it’s about using my head. And maybe he doesn’t want to talk this time, but he never said I couldn’t.

“Show me then.” I stare up at him as he clamps my hands either side of my head.

“Show you?” His brow furrows.

“I know you’re going to claim it’s the best I’ll ever have. So get it out and let me see.”

The brief hesitation in his eyes as he tries to work out what my angle is has his grip loosening on my wrists. I take my opportunity and yank them free, using all my strength to shove at his face and push him away.

As soon as he moves an inch, I gain more strength, heat firing in my core as I scream and force him further back.

But I’m not done. I keep pushing at his face to disorientate him until I’m able to throw my body onto his, bringing us both down onto the mat again with a thud. Only this time I’m on top of Denver.

I sit up fast, straddling him and grabbing hold of his neck. He looks up at me, his hair ruffled.

He licks his lips. “Good girl. Nice move.”

I squeeze his throat. “No talking.”

His eyes gleam.

“I could end your pathetic existence right now. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t.”

My nails dig into the side of his windpipe and his lips curl. Mine lift, matching his as we stare at one another.

I’ve got him and he knows it.

White flashes past my eyes and my head spins as Denver breaks out from underneath me, rolling us both until I’m wedged beneath him again.

“You want to rethink that?” he rasps.

“Asshole,” I spit, bucking as much as the small gap between our bodies allows.

“That was good, though. You did well.”

I sag against the mat at his praise.

“What’s wrong?”

I blow out a tiny groan. “It’s not going to work. Nice you doesn’t make me want to kill you like dirtbag you does.”

“Sinclair, we can’t.”

We look at one another. Denver’s huge body is braced over me with my thighs spread around him. Neither of us make any attempt to get up or move away.

“I trust you.” I search his eyes, seeing a fraction of give in them. “Denver, I trust you. And you can trust me too when I tell you it’s fine. We’ll stop it if I need to, okay?”

I hold my breath, waiting. I knew if I got him to agree to train with me that this would be my next move.

Layer it on again until he’s doing what I need him to.

But it’s not just about the training this time.

I need to know what it feels like again.

I need to show myself that yesterday was just a moment of madness.

That I didn’t get turned on by my bodyguard.

That I don’t actually want him after all these years of him being around.

Because that would be madness.

“You trust me?” he echoes.

I nod. “With my life. With Monty’s.”

He drops his head with a curse.

“So, it’s a yes?” I ask, hopefully.

He exhales slowly. “You sure you want to do this with me?”

“I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather scream at.”

He shakes his head. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

He looks at me and I hide my excitement. He has no idea how much I need to get this over with. Then things can go back to the way they were and I won’t lie awake all night thinking about him.

“What’s your word?” he asks quietly.

“Mitt,” I whisper.

He swallows thickly, then nods. “Make sure you use it.”

“I promise I will if I need to.”

I wait for him to move, and he looks into my eyes one final time before he slowly leans in close. I stay still, not wanting to do anything that could cause him to change his mind. Once we get started, I know we’ll be okay. He’ll see that. He just has to trust me like I trust him.

He runs his nose up the side of my neck, breathing me in, and I squeeze my eyes shut as something flutters low in my stomach.

“You’ve got a safe word,” he breathes in my ear, making all of the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like they have an electric current running through them.

I should move away from him, but instead, I turn toward him until my lips brush his temple, waiting to see where he goes with this.

“But you won’t be needing any words, will you, baby?” he rasps. “Not when all you’ll be able to do is cry out as I make you mine… over and over…”

A thrill shoots up my spine.

We’re back on.

I suck in a breath and fight back, using all of my strength to pull his hair and try to get to his eyes or his mouth. But Denver preempts every move I make, pressing his giant body down over mine as I struggle.

“Get off!” I scream.

“I’m not an asshole, baby. I’ll make sure you get off first.”

I wriggle beneath him as he sinks his face into my neck and groans. But he doesn’t kiss me there this time. Not like when he had his hand on my breast, teasing my nipple and making it hard for him.

I bite back the words, 'Touch me,' before they leave my lips, instead choosing to thrash beneath him until he pulls back to look down at me.

Green irises flecked with gold dilate as he presses his hips into me.

I whimper as I stare back.

“You’re disgusting,” I say, disguising my whimper as one of revulsion instead of what it really was.

One of lust.

I arch beneath him, the feel of his torso against my inner thighs creating a delicious friction that my core is screaming out at me to explore.

But it’s just the roleplay. I must have a weird fetish for it. The rolling around, being manhandled. Having a huge guy with a huge dick between my legs.

“The way you’re squirming about beneath me makes me think you can’t wait for me to sink inside you.” He watches me carefully, like he knows something isn’t the same as the previous times.

I glare at him, not trusting myself to do anything else.

“Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you?”

His brows scrunch together, and I shake my head sharply.

“I’d rather eat dog sick,” I finally spit out.

Denver exhales, his face relaxing. “I can give you something much better to put in that pretty mouth.”

“Yeah?” I arch a brow.

He leans closer, baiting me. “Fuck yeah, baby.”

The warmth of his breath hits my lips, and I lick them as he hovers mere inches away, waiting for me to react.

What we’re doing is filthy. It’s degrading. It’s wrong.

It’s perfect.

“You think I like that idea?” I breathe. “Having your dick in my mouth? What do you think I’ll look like choking on it?”

His jaw clenches as I roll my hips beneath him, dragging my pussy over his groin. He sucks in a sharp breath and presses closer. This time the thick length that presses against me isn’t entirely soft.

“I think you’d look beautiful,” he rasps, his mouth hovering over mine.

I arch up until my lips dust his. “You’re deluded if you think that’s going to happen,” I whisper.

His hips flex, pushing his rapidly hardening dick against me. This time I let my whimper free, biting down onto my lip.

“You wet for me, baby?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m going to find out.”

I fight against him, but it’s half-hearted. He lets go of one of my wrists and slides his hand between our bodies. My pulse thunders in my ears as he reaches between my thighs and his fingers meet the hot, damp fabric of my workout tights.

My back arches off the mat like a bolt of electricity has shot through me.

“You are wet,” Denver says, his fingers freezing.

I move, causing him to suck in a sharp breath as the evidence of what we’re doing pushes harder against his fingertips. He looks at me in hesitation until I dig my heel into his calf and kick him.

“Jesus,” he grits, moving his fingers slowly, finding my clit with ease and circling it through the material.

I moan at his touch, parting my thighs wider.

“You like that?” he breathes.

“No,” I pant, still pretending to struggle.

“Is that because these are in the way?” He pulls at my workout tights, letting the fabric snap back against my pussy.

I yelp.

His eyes are pinned to mine as he presses a little harder against my clit. “You want me to take them off, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Just try to get them off, jerk, and I’ll strangle you with them,” I snap.

His eyes remain on mine as he moves back, letting go of me long enough that I could easily hit him, deliver a blow that would get him off me so I could escape.

If this were real.

If I wanted to get away.

“What was that, baby? You’re going to wrap these gorgeous thighs around my ears while I taste what’s mine?”

“Fuck you!” I rage, shoving at his hands as he curls his fingertips around the top of the fabric either side of my hips.

But as he starts to pull, I lift my ass away from the mat so the fabric rolls down my legs easily.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, looking at the tiny black lace panties I’m wearing.

He’s back over me in a shot, his breath hot and heavy as I try to roll away. He plants one giant hand on my shoulder, forcing me onto my back beneath him.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

I shudder, entranced by the intensity his eyes have taken on as he drags the back of his knuckles down the center of my panties.

“You are so wet for me, aren’t you?”