Page 181 of Money Reigns
She chose a ring.
Our ring.
For a man who owns half this skyline, I’ve never felt more like I own the world.
I could pack it in now. Go to her office, collect what’s mine, drive us home. But habit pulls me sideways. One last check.
I toggle the feed. The bookshelf camera blinks alive.
And the air leaves my lungs.
Olivia.
Her chair angled just so. Her skirt hitched high. Her thighs spread wide, soft and bare under the office light.
And her voice—low, breathless.
“Are you watching?”
My heart slams once, brutal, dropping to the floor.
She knows.
She knows about the camera.
For a split second panic rips through me, then the truth clicks in, sharp and savage.
She knows and she’s touching herself anyway.
Touching what belongs to me.
My cock strains against the confines of my slacks as I watch her fingers disappear beneath lace. Her gasp carries through the speakers, broken and sweet, and I grip the edge of my desk hard.
Fuck.
She’s wet. For me. For the thought of my eyes on her.
My good girl.
The sight of her surrender hits like gasoline on a fire. Every instinct in me screams to break distance, to end the delay, to take back what’s mine.
I close the feed with a vicious swipe, stand, and shove my chair back.
Because if she wants to be watched…
I’ll watch her up close.
And if she wants to give me her body like this—then I’ll take it.
All of it.
I leave my office, steps sharp, certain.
Time to collect.
The hallway disappears under my stride, every step a beat of possession hammering through me.
She thinks she can tease me.
