“You say it like money is unlimited.” “It is,” he says without skipping a beat, then he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Try me, Pumpkin.” “What if I want a new car?” He nibbles on my earlobe. “We’ll shop for one tomorrow.” “A new wardrobe?” I whisper, wrapping my hand against the back of his neck. “I’ll call my personal tailor.” “A house?” I mutter. “I know a few builders.” His hot breath is on my skin. “And what if all I want is you?” I finally say. He pulls away, meeting my eyes. “You have me.”
