The Love Of Money - Episode 82
27-07-25 (16:31)
Ashlee didn't move at first. She simply stood where' I'd
abandoned her as I scribbled away at the documents,
and I did my best to ignore her presence. After a few
moments, I heard her approach and pretended that I
wasn't aware. She placed a hand on my shoulder and
simply stood there, giving me the Impression that she
was simply watching to make sure was signing in all
the appropriate spaces. For the remaining few minutes,
we continued like that: me signing away while she
stood next to me. No matter how much I tried to
concentrate on what I was doing though, I was acutely
aware of how her fingers were tracing little patterns on
my shoulder.
When the last line was signed, I looked up at her. "Is
that everything?"
The smile she gave me was hard to read as she leaned
forward and placed her hand on the paperwork, her
eyes never leaving mine. She learned forward a little
further, her blouse falling open to give me a perfect
view of her perfect, lightly tanned breasts cradled in a
pink, frilly bra. Her face was much closer to mine than
necessary.
"Is it?" she husked and glanced down at my lips.
After a rejection at the coffee shop and me playing
hard to get here, it was clear she was desperate to get
something from me. She was trying so hard that it was
hard not to notice... it almost felt like we were in a bad
movie
But...
There was no doubt I wanted this woman. I know I've
probably said this about most of the ladies that crossed
my path lately, but Ashlee was among one of the most
beautiful women I had ever seen. Her combination of
cute and seductive kept driving me crazy. The hint of
taboo that came with her being Roger VanCamp's
daughter made her even more intriguing.
And she smelled nice, like herbal shampoo and flowers.
My gaze dropped down to her lips once more and I
seriously considered kissing those lips. Why couldn't
things be as simple as they'd been this afternoon? It
felt like Danielle had never kept a secret in her life. Erin
felt like an open book since we met, except for tonight
while Ashlee was here. Even Helen, the mysterious
temptress that always seemed to be withholding things
from me seerned open and frank today. It had been
refreshing. Ashlee's presence seemed to shatter that.
I stood up quickly, our faces nearly bumping, and
Ashlee straightened, looking slightly startled.
"What do you want, Ashlee?" I demanded.
She simply looked up at me with wide, expressive
eyes. Her breathing became a little more rapid, plump
lips still parted.
When she didn't answer, I asked her again, "What do
you want?"
She looked confused, her brow furrowing as she
glanced around the room briefly seeming to look for an
answer among the bookshelves. "Isn't it obvious?" she
asked, looking back at me, "I want you."
"I got that much," I said dryly. "Why? Are you just
looking for a good time? Do you want more? Would
you have been interested in me at all if I wasn't rich?"
I witnessed an entire plethora of emotions play across
her features as she looked around the room once again
for an answer. "I want you to give me a chance!"
"To do what? Do you want to be my girlfriend? What?"
"I could be," she said. She took a half step closer, her
breasts brushing against my chest. "Please, I could be
amazing for you. I could be the best thing that ever
happened to you." Her voice was barely more than a
whisper. She gently grabbed one of my hands in both
of her more delicate ones and slowly brought it up to
her lips. She kissed my knuckles as she gazed at me
with those green gemstones she had for eyes.
"I've had a lot of really great things happen to me
lately, I whispered back. "It's hard to imagine anything
better."
"That's because you don't know what you're missing,
Marcus. Please..." She lifted the index finger of the hand
she held and pressed her lips to it in a soft, wet kiss. I
felt her increase the pressure until the tip of my finger
slowly began to slide between her pouty, pink lips, and
I could feel something between a kiss and a suckle as
we continued to stare at each other in silence. One of
her hands slid to my shoulder and snaked up to the
back of my neck. She let my finger fall from her lips
and lifted her head
another inch as she applied just enough pressure to
encourage my lips to meet hers for a kiss. "Just give me
a chance. I would be so good to you."
My head lowered a fraction, the temptation to press my
lips to hers growing by the moment. I felt her gently
massage my palm, which she still held. "Ashlee, I've
had sex with your mother."
"Step," she hummed, stretching her neck out a little
more. "And I don't care. Daddy wants to put a stop to it
anyway."
I had so many questions, but at the moment, only one
mattered.
"And he has no problem with me doing it with his little
girl?"
"He does," she whispered, bringing my head down
another half inch so that I could feel my lips brush
lightly against hers. At the same time, I felt her other
hand release mine as she pressed her palm against my
belt, then slid it down over the fabric of my pants until
it covered most of the length of my swollen cock. She
ground against it, eliciting a small groan from me.
She swallowed, adopted a look of extreme
vulnerability, and said, "He wouldn't like it, but that
doesn't matter. I'm a big girl. I can do what i want.
Besides that doesn't turn you on? Taking a man's wife
and his daughter?"
Fuck. The thought of that was a turn-on. As far as I
knew, Roger VanCamp had never done a damn thing
to me, but the idea of taking both the women in his life
against his wishes was an aphrodisiac almost as strong
as his daughter. I wanted her even more. I wanted to
shove all the stuff off my desk like we were in a bad
drama and take her right there. I wanted to rip those
other buttons loose and stick my cock in the little minx
until I coated the walls of her vagina with my seed.
Our lips brushed each other for a full ten seconds, and
then I threw caution to the wind. Fuck Roger VanCamp.
Who gave a shit if Helen had a problem with it. They
worked for me, and if I wanted Ashlee, I could have
her. Our lips touched.
And then I heard laughter.
It came from somewhere' just outside the office and
completely shattered the hypnotic trance Ashlee had
put me in. I reflexively backed away from the young
woman's lips as if they were hot coals. Her arm around
my neck briefly resisted, but then Ashlee released me
so could back away. I immediately felt embarrassed
that I'd backed away so quickly, and ashamed at my
embarrassment. Ashlee could tell that I didn't want the
others catching us kissing, and I suddenly felt like I was
fourteen and about to be discovered by my mother. I
was mentally kicking myself that I'd allowed the
moment to be ruined. Why was I having such a hard
time remembering who was supposed to be holding
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