Page 134 of Money Reigns
One hand slides into my hair, the other gripping my jaw—not gently.
She kisses me like she means to snap me out of it.
Like I’m not allowed to disappear inside myself.
Like I belong to her the same way she belongs to me.
Her mouth parts against mine, tongue slick and sure, tasting the anger still caught in my throat and swallowing it whole.
When I don’t kiss her back fast enough, she bites my bottom lip. Just enough to sting.
Then pulls back, barely.
Close enough I can still taste her.
She murmurs, low and firm, right against my mouth:
“Let me help.”
She drops to her knees.
And just like that, the noise in my head starts to quiet.
She doesn’t rush.
Doesn’t say anything.
She just looks up at me with those big, knowing eyes and undoes my belt like she’s unwrapping peace.
Like she knows exactly what I need.
Exactly how to take me apart and put me back together.
I lean back in the chair, legs spread wide. Watching. Waiting.
She frees my cock from my pants and wraps her hand around the base, slow, confident.
I’m already hard.
I’ve been hard since the second she walked in.
Pissed or not, this woman iseverythingthat turns me on.
“Fuck,” I mutter. My hand fists in her hair. Not a tug.An anchor.“You look so fucking pretty like this.”
She smiles. Then lowers her mouth.
The second her lips close around me, I groan.
Head falling back.
Eyes shutting.
Warm. Wet. Heaven.
Her lips are tight around me, tongue teasing just under the head.
She takes her time.
