Page 156 of Money Reigns
I feel my face flush. “I was—thinking.”
“Mm.” His gaze lifts now. Sharp. Knowing. “Thinking about what?”
My mouth opens. No words.
He straightens.
My pulse stutters.
“You wore that set all morning like I asked,” he says, voice low. “You sat there in it. Crossed your legs in it. Shifted just enough to make sure I noticed.”
I blink. “I didn’t—”
He’s already crossing the room.
“I’ve let you play office,” he murmurs, coming to a stop behind me. “Let you pretend that I don’t see the way you squirm in that chair every time I speak.”
“War…”
His hands settle on my shoulders. Warm. Heavy. Possessive.
“You said you loved me,” he whispers. “But right now, I want you toshowme.”
His mouth finds the curve of my neck. I shiver.
“I want you bent over the arm of that couch in the next ten seconds,” he says, lips brushing my skin. “Or I’ll put you there myself.”
I stand so fast my chair scrapes back.
His chuckle is low, dark, full of satisfaction. “Good girl.”
The lace clings to me as I walk, every inch of me aware of him behind me. I barely reach the couch before he’s there, pressing me forward, spreading my legs with his knee.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he murmurs, lifting the lace above my hips. “You think I can sit across from you all morning and not take what’s mine?”
His hand slides along the silk of my panties.
“War—”
“Quiet.”
It’s not cruel. It’s a command. One my body obeys instantly.
“You were so good not changing from last night, letting me enjoy watching you in this,” he praises.
His fingers slip beneath the silk, tugging the panties to the side. The fabric drags along my skin, exposing me inch by inch.
I gasp.
“You’re soaked.” He groans softly behind me, like he’s losing patience with himself. “All for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
I hear his belt come undone. The quiet clink. The slide of leather.
Then, the head of his cock presses against me, thick and hot, teasing.
I gasp, hips pushing back instinctively, aching for more.
