Page 174 of Money Reigns
I grit my teeth.
She doesn’t get it.
It’s not about the damn cookies.
It’s about her.
The soft flush on her cheeks when she caught me staring at her while she mixed the dough like she’d just rewritten the laws of gravity.
Broderick had that.
Once.
And I’ll never fucking forgive it.
She tips her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Okay, fine. What aboutyourbrothers? Can they have my cookies?”
My whole body goes still.
Wesley.
Wilder.
The thought of them biting into something she made with those soft, perfect hands makes my vision haze. My first instinct is the only one that ever lives in me: No. No one touches what’s mine.
I open my mouth, ready to snap it out, final, but then—fuck.
Maybe once.
Just once.
So theyunderstand.
So they know.
So they taste exactly what they’ll never have again.
A sample.
A warning.
A boundary drawn in sugar and fire.
“Yes,” I bite out. “Once. And only once. So they understand what they’ll never touch again.”
Her laugh bursts out louder, bright and delighted, like I just told her the most romantic thing in the world.
It pisses me off and wrecks me at the same time.
She thinks it’s funny. I mean every word.
***
She’s sitting on my desk like a temptation I can’t touch.
Crossed legs. Tilted head. One brow arched like she’s already bored with me.
“This is ridiculous,” Olivia says, gesturing around the office. “You brought me in here just to sit on your desk like some executive paperweight?”
