Page 184 of Money Reigns
“You wanted to be watched.”
My lips graze her shoulder.
“Next time, I expect you to wait for me.”
She shivers beneath me with a chuckle. “Yes, sir.”
I pull out slow, loving the hiss she makes as I slide free. My cum spills from her, dripping down her thighs onto the floor.
I tuck myself back into my slacks, then smooth her skirt back down, fingers grazing the mess I made between her thighs.
She flinches, over-sensitive. Spent.
Wrecked.
Beautiful.
Ruined by me.
Exactly how I like her.
She slays limp, breath hitching, and I steady her with a hand at the base of her spine. My other hand pulls a cloth from the drawer behind her desk, one I placed there myself months ago. For moments just like this.
I clean her carefully. Slowly. Thoroughly.
Because she’s mine.
Once she’s decent, I help her stand, I steady her with a hand at the base of her spine, then reach for her coat hanging by the door; the long wool one I bought her last month, dark green, soft as sin. I hold it open and ease it over her shoulders, one arm, then the other. She’s still shaky, so I pull her close as I button each one for her, slow and sure, like she might unravel if I rush it.
“You shouldn’t have worn the skirt,” I murmur, adjusting the collar so it sits right against her throat. “It’s starting to snow.”
She groans softly, smiling up at me. “War, the car is literally in the parking garage. It’s always warm. I’ll be fine.”
My brows lift. I give her the look; the one that means she’s not winning this argument. Then I wrap her scarf twice around her neck, tucking the ends in, my knuckles brushing her jaw.
“You’re mine,” I say quietly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I take care of what’s mine.”
Her lips curve, soft. “I know.”
I cup her cheek once more before letting go
Then I glance over my shoulder at the bookshelf.
At the red light still blinking.
Still watching.
Just the way I planned.
Chapter thirty-seven
War
Iwake her with sugar.
A cupcake, the kind she likes fromSmash and Sugar.Perfect swirl of frosting, edible gold flecks on top. A single candle burning down, flame small and steady in the dim of our bedroom.
She blinks awake, lashes fluttering, confusion turning to warmth when she sees me standing there with it.
