Page 95 of Money Reigns

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Where I come on his fingers with my mouth pressed against his shoulder to muffle the sound.

He doesn’t take more.

Just gives.

Cleans me up.

And gets back to work.

Like nothing happened.

Like it’s routine.

And maybe it is.

Before I leave, he hands me a box.

A new phone. Sleek. Expensive. Mint-colored case already wrapped around it.

“It has a stylus,” I say, blinking. “I don’t need a stylus.”

“You do,” he replies. “To take notes. And it has a location share.”

I roll my eyes. “You want to know where I am?”

“No,” he says simply, gaze steady. “Ineedto know where you are.”

The air shifts. My stomach flips.

I try to play it off. “Do I get to know whereyou are?”

He nods. “You have access to mine too.”

My heart stammers.

I stare at the mint case. I love it.

Damn it.

Wednesday

Lunch arrives at my desk before I even think to order.

Exactly what I wanted.

I stopped questioning how he knows.

He sends food to my apartment.

Groceries. Wine. My favorite snacks.

Little things I don’t remember mentioning, if I ever did at all.

It should feel invasive.

But it doesn’t.

It feels like he’s inside my life now.

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