Page 79 of Money Reigns

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A whisper. Fragile. Shattered.

He watches me, unreadable as ever.

I scramble to explain, to fix this. “I didn’t mean to, it wasn’t, please don’t—”

“It’s not a report,” he says, calm as glass. “It’s a notice.”

I blink, pulse roaring in my ears. My voice barely works. “A notice… why?”

He steps in.

Close.

Too close.

“Because that kiss,” he murmurs, gaze fixed on my mouth.

His hand lifts, fingertips brushing beneath my chin, tilting my face up to his.

The other settles on the arm of my chair, caging me in with quiet authority.

And then he’s kissing me.

No hesitation. No doubt.

His mouth crashes against mine, hot and commanding, like he’s claiming the air in my lungs. The chair presses into my back. My fingers scramble for something, anything, but all I feel is him. His lips, soft and warm. His breath, sharp and clean. His scent, smoke and wealth and a danger I’ll never outrun.

My lips part on instinct.

He deepens it.

A low sound leaves me, helpless and soft.

He tastes like power. Like control wrapped in temptation. Like every rule I’ve ever tried to follow unraveling all at once.

His hand slides into my hair, gripping gently but firmly, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The other stays on the chair,anchoring us both, like he’s holding the whole world steady through the point of contact between us.

And just when I think I’ll forget my name, he pulls away.

Not far. Just enough.

His thumb grazes my bottom lip, swollen and tingling.

“And this one, will continue to happen,” he finishes, voice low and certain.

A sound escapes me. Half gasp, half stupid whimper. My throat constricts.

“Any interoffice relationships have to be reported,” he says, eyes dragging over me. “We’re just being…compliant.”

My lips part, but I can’t find a single word.

He straightens, steps back like he hasn’t just set my whole world on fire.

“You should start using your new pens today,” he says. “You’ll want to look sharp. Big client meeting at noon.”

Then he turns toward the door.

Just before he opens it, he glances over his shoulder.