Page 82 of Money Reigns
His hand slips under the skirt, fingers skating up my inner thigh, slow and torturous.
“Warren—”
“Shh.” He kisses my neck. “I’ve been thinking about this since the second I left your office this morning.”
My whole body locks.
“You were sitting there, legs crossed, trying so hard to stay professional… when you were already soaked for me, weren’t you?”
I shake my head, breath shaking. “I wasn’t—”
“Tell me to stop,” he says, his finger tips grazing the lace.
I don’t. I can’t. I don’t want to.
He hooks a finger under the lace, dragging it aside.
“See, you were,” he growls, sliding two fingers through the mess of me. “Andfuck.You are now.”
I moan,helpless, soft, broken.
He kisses me again, harder now, mouth devouring mine as his fingers start to circle my clit, slow and controlled. Not teasing.
Training.
“You like this,” he murmurs against my lips, “being touched as I watcheveryreaction?”
I nod, gasping. “Warren—”
“Say it.”
“I-I like it,” I whisper.
He grins. “Of course you do. You’reperfectlike this.”
Two fingers slip lower, slick with me, and presses inside.
“War!” I gasp, my hands shooting to his shoulders.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” He kisses my jaw, thumb brushing my clit now while his fingers pump slow and deep. “You’re doing so fucking good for me.Sogood when you say my name.”
My thighs tremble.
“That’s it. Just like that. Let me feel you.”
His other hand spreads across my stomach, holding me still as I start to shake.
“I can feel your pussy fluttering already. Gonna come for me like a good girl?”
My hips jerk. My body spirals.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out, but he doesn’t let me hide.
“Don’t hold it in,” he growls. “Let go. Right here. On my fingers.”
I fall apart,utterly, fully, violently,back arching, breath shattering, thighs shaking. My moan escapes, hot and raw as my orgasm crashes over me like a goddamn tidal wave.
His fingers stay deep until I stop pulsing.
