Page 166 of Money Reigns
“Mine,” he murmurs again, softer now. “Always mine.”
He eases out of me with a hiss, tucking himself back into his pants. He grabs tissues from his desk, wipes me gently, then fixes my panties, smooths my skirt down over my thighs. He doesn’t say a word while he straightens me out, just does it quietly, reverently, like I’m something priceless he’s putting back in place.
Then he pulls me toward his chair, sinking down and tugging me onto his lap.
I freeze. “War, I’m too—”
His mouth covers mine before I can finish, a kiss that steals my protest and turns it to a sigh. When he pulls back, his hand slides into my hair, brushing it back, his thumb stroking along my cheek. His eyes lock on mine, fierce and soft all at once.
“You’re perfect here,” he murmurs, thumb brushing my cheek. “Exactly where you belong, sweet girl.”
My throat tightens. My pulse pounds so loud it drowns out everything else. He looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world worth holding.
“I can’t stand it,” he admits, voice rough as he presses a kiss to my neck. “Any other man near you—it makes me see red. I need you all to myself. Because I love you. Because I fuckingcrave you.”
The words dig into me, hot and heavy, and something inside me melts under the weight of them.
Before I can answer, his tone shifts, casual, like flipping a switch. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
I let out a shaky laugh. “You know what I’m going to say—”
“La Serenata,” he cuts me off, lips twitching. “Yes, yes. You love that place.”
I roll my eyes, reaching to grab the tablet he tossed onto the desk earlier. “Yes, I do. But I actually came in here to show you something. The Luxe property? It’s actually right near a transitional home for kids aging out of foster care. They’re struggling financially and it gave me an idea… maybe the Parker Building could become something like that. A place for kids who need stability, like Noah once did.”
For a second, he just stares at me. Then his mouth curves, slow and sharp. “That’s brilliant. And we’ll make sure that center nearby is taken care of, too. We’ll donate.”
“We?”I arch a brow.
“Yes, we.” His voice is final, possessive. “What’s mine is yours. Andyouare mine.”
The heat that line sends through me leaves me speechless.
Only he could go from wrecking me against a window to domestic bliss like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
That’s Warren Beaumont.
Ruthless. Obsessive. Unpredictably tender.
And I never want to fight it again. I want to always be his.
Chapter thirty-two
War
The gates swing open at the press of my thumbprint.
Iron. Stone. Legacy.
The estate rises ahead like something carved out of another century; miles of manicured hedges, columns built to intimidate, glass that gleams like the whole place is watching you.
I’ve never brought a woman here. Not once.
Not for dates. Not for flings. Not even for the long weekends when I hosted charity events just to prove I could play the part of Beaumont heir.
This house is a cage dressed in gold.
And yet, tonight, it feels like something else.
