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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.

We have just worked out that arrangement all by ourselves.

“Have you seen Sinclair? I went by her room and she wasn’t there.”

The familiar guilt every time I hear him say her name coils around my windpipe, constricting it until it’s hard to breathe.

“We did an early workout together,” I say, clenching my jaw as she speeds up sucking on my dick and adds a soft, massaging hand to my balls at the same time. “We just finished. She’s actually here now. Do you want to speak to her?”

Sinclair’s eyes shine with mischief as she sucks harder, taking me right to the back of her throat and then pulling back and letting a string of saliva connect my cock to her lips before she swallows me back down again.

She knows the sight is a surefire way to make me almost come.

“No, it’s fine. We’ll see you downstairs for breakfast. Halliday wanted everyone together before Sophie gets picked up.”

“Okay, I’ll tell her,” I force out, sweat breaking along my hairline as I fight down the tightening in my balls as they prime themselves, raring to unload.

I swallow down a groan at Sinclair’s determined sucking when Sterling adds, “Thank you, Denver. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.

Sinclair’s got a mouth on her when it comes to voicing her opinion on having you as her bodyguard.

But you’ve done a great job, and I’m grateful for how you’ve taken care of her. ”

Sinclair smiles at me wickedly, hearing every word.

She sure does have a mouth on her. But I can’t recall the last time I heard it complain about me. It’s too busy crying out my name or swallowing my dick that’s inside her at every opportunity.

I clear my throat instead of answering. I can’t bring myself to thank him or accept his compliment. Not when I’m about to come down his daughter’s throat. So much for taking care of her.

“See you downstairs,” Sterling says.

Then he’s gone.

I toss the phone back on the cradle and it clatters loudly.

“Sinclair!” I bark, my chastising tone going unnoticed by her as she hums around my cock happily, feasting on it like she’s having the time of her life.

“Shut up and enjoy it, Denver.” She giggles and tugs on my balls, making me curse.

I drop my head back to the pillow, eyes holding hers as I decide to give her what she wants. I let out a grunt and slide both hands into her hair, holding her in place as I thrust my hips.

Her eyes widen as I fill her throat with my cock.

“You wanted it, Princess,” I rasp, loving the flare of defiance that lights up her eyes before she makes a gagging sound. “Well, here you are.” I fuck her throat for a few pumps before I ease off on my grip.

She glares at me, and I smirk as she doubles down her efforts, taking it out on my dick. It’s not long before every muscle in my body is tensing and I’m groaning her name.

“Sinclair… fuck.”

Victory gleams in her eyes as she turns me into a wreck for her, losing all semblance of control.

I come in deep spurts, filling the inside of her silky mouth. Her tongue laps them up, sliding over the sensitive head of my cock as more spills inside her.

“That’s my girl,” I groan as she swallows a mouthful of my cum with a satisfied moan that has my balls drawing up tight and unloading another fresh load across her tongue. “My perfect girl, aren’t you?”

I cup her cheek, feeling the head of my dick pushing against it as she continues sucking on me with enthusiasm, teasing my slit with the tip of her tongue and drawing out my sensitivity almost to the point of pain.

Her eyes flash as I hiss.

“Such a fucking princess,” I scold as she finally releases me.

She licks her lips and climbs over me.

“Your princess,” she muses, leaning down to kiss me.

“Mine,” I rumble, sinking a hand into her hair, holding her to me so I can kiss her deeply, taking my time to slide my tongue over hers, exploring all the places my cum just touched.

She’s smiling at me when I finally let her go with a sound that’s full of regret.

“I hate lying to your father,” I say.

Her smile falters, and she runs a finger down my nose and over my lips slowly. “I know you do. The truth is, so do I. I don’t like lying to anyone. Especially my family. Lies can ruin everything.”

We stare at each other, neither of us knowing what to say. She’s still dealing with the fact her mother lied for months before her death, keeping her affair with Neil a secret. They were always close. I know it hurt her that her mother lied to her. To all of them.

Now she’s gone, and Sinclair’s still coming to terms with it.

We have to tell Sterling, We should have told him weeks ago. And Sullivan. And Mal. They all deserve to know.

But I don’t know how to tell the man who has done so much for me that I’ve betrayed him in one of the worst possible ways. He trusted me.

And I’ve fallen in love… with his daughter.

I lift her hand and kiss her wrist. I haven’t told her how I feel yet. Something’s stopped me from saying the words, but I’m sure they must be written in my eyes every time I look at her. Because they feel so damn obvious to me. I don’t know how no one else has noticed it.

She looks into my eyes and a soft smile lifts her lips. “We’ll tell him when we get back to New York. This is Halliday’s weekend. I don’t want to do anything that might cause tension on it.”

I close my eyes, kissing her wrist again and breathing in the scent of the skin. She’s right. This is Halliday’s weekend.

And once we tell Sterling… anything could happen.

“I don’t think he’s lying.” Sterling keeps his voice low as we sit together at the front of the jet. Sinclair, Halliday, and Zoey are sitting at the back, laughing over something as they all chat. Sterling’s attention travels to them and he smiles.

“Neither do I,” I agree.

“But if he is… If he’s back for any other reason, trying to get close to them…” Sterling’s smile morphs into a murderous scowl as he turns back to me.

I understand the tension radiating through him.

It matches mine. Because the thought has crossed my mind.

Knowing Neil got that close to Sinclair unnerves me.

Part of me wonders if I should have just shot him and had it done with.

I could have lived with killing an unarmed man if it meant knowing she will be safe.

“Jenson has one of the other guys with him. They have him under twenty-four-hour surveillance.”

“I know.” Sterling nods, running a hand over his silver-flecked jaw.

“And Sullivan was adamant that he believed his story about…” He curses, the same grief clouding his eyes whenever he talks about that day.

“Sullivan thinks he did see someone walking away from the yacht. And I’m inclined to believe it too.

My son can tell when someone’s lying. Just like I can. ”

His piercing blue eyes meet mine and I hold back from swallowing around the lump in my throat as he holds my gaze for a beat.

“But I wasn’t there.” He breaks my eye contact with a sigh. “So I need to trust my son on this.”

I nod and look down at my hands, clasped between my spread thighs.

My skin prickles with unease. I hope he can maintain some of the level of trust he’s had in me over the years once Sinclair and I tell him what’s been going on.

He’s going to notice soon if we don’t tell him.

That’s if he doesn’t suspect something already.

I’m with her all the time, and it’s getting increasingly hard not to slip up and call her Princess or touch her in a way I would never touch a client in front of people.

“It’ll be good having you back.”

I blink, tension furrowing my brow as I snap my head up.

The relaxed slope of his shoulders as he leans back in his seat and gazes out of the jets window tell me I heard him correctly.

“You don’t want me assigned to Sinclair anymore?”

Just her name has my mouth turning dry at the thought of no longer having a reason to use it every day.

At being separated from her.

“You can still accompany her to big events.” Sterling tips his head, thinking. “Or Jenson can. She’s fond of him.”

I can’t prevent the crack that comes from my knuckles as I clench my hands into fists.

“But we know it was that other model who was responsible for the notes and what happened to her car. And that’s being dealt with by your friends on the force,” Sterling continues.

“And now that Neil is being watched… well…” He exhales with a chuckle.

“… my daughter will be happy to have her overprotective father back off a little.”

I can’t speak. I can’t do anything except give him a curt nod as he studies me for a reaction.

“Good. That’s settled, then. You’re back with me as soon as we land in New York.”

The girls’ laughter explodes from the rear of the plane, and a content smile spreads over his face as Halliday shrieks in response to whatever’s just been said. Sinclair’s accompanying cackle rings out and Sterling shakes his head with a chuckle.

“It’s been a long time since I heard her so happy. I appreciate you keeping her safe, Denver.”

“Of course,” I answer automatically.

Sinclair’s laugh pitches again, and Sterling’s eyes catch mine, crinkling at the corners as he listens to the sound of her infectious joy.

“She’s safe and she’s happy.”

“She is,” I agree, sucking in a breath through my nose as I keep my exterior cool and in control.

But the inside of me is thrashing around like a punctured dingy in a storm.

I press my lips together in a terse line, holding my reaction in at Sterling’s next words as he stands and claps me on the shoulder.

“Sinclair will be fine, Denver. She doesn’t need you anymore.”