The Love Of Money - Episode 130
29-07-25 (07:40)
I glanced up and saw the light of understanding in
Helen's eyes. It was accompanied by a glint of mischief.
She bit her lip as I felt the hand on my thigh creep up
my leg until her well-manicured fingernails brushed my
groin.
"No"
"Did you hear about the money?" I asked, having
difficulty concentrating. What the fuck was with Helen
and phones?
There was a moment of silence, and then Jessica said,
"Money?"
"Don't fucking lie to me, Jess. I've been lied to a lot
lately, and I'm getting sick of it. If you don't want me
to hang up on you right now, admit you know about
the money."
More silence from her. Meanwhile, Helen seemed to
decide that my lack of resistance was permission. She
slid to her knees and threw one leg over me, straddling
my thighs. One hand went to her breast, squeezing it
through her blouse and jacket, while the other slipped
between my legs to gently caress my balls through my
pants.
I was just about to hang up on her and turn my
attention to the more pressing concern sitting in my lap
when she finally replied in a quiet voice, "I heard."
"And that's why you called," I snarled. "Did you
seriously think was going to take you back?"
She sniffled on the other end but didn't respond.
"Why. The fuck. Did. You. Call?"
Helen slowly lowered herself on my chest, her face
resting next to mine, and she brought her lips to my
unoccupied ear. "God, Marcus. Hearing this tone from
you?" She sucked on my earlobe and let a soft moan
escape her lips; it was so quiet that I was sure I was
the only one that heard it.
"Fine," she said through what sounded like tears. "I was
hoping to see if we could get back together. I'm so
sorry, Marcus. I know what I did was wrong."
I dropped on my back and wrapped my free hand
around Helen, digging my fingers into her ass as I
continued to vent. She whimpered in my ear and
nipped at it with her teeth, turned on by my rough
handling of her. "You know what's even more fucked
up,
Jess? After leaving me for this guy, you're calling me up
like I'm some kind of fallback. I'll bet the money makes
everything extra tempting, huh?"
My phone lit up with a reply from Chloe- Hey. She was
in a relationship with Shawn Gabby until this morning.
She broke up with him. Shawn posted on SM asking if
anyone wanted to grab drinks since some bitch'
canceled on him.
Having a former CIA agent as a bodyguard had its
perks.
"That's not it," Jessica said.
Helen reached up with her free hand and started
undoing the buttons on my shirt, raining silent, damp
kisses along my face. She was clearly being careful not
to attract Jessica's attention.
"Marcus," Helen whispered so softly that I could barely
make out her words. "I'm really horny from hearing you
talk to your ex- girlfriend like that. I'm getting so wet."
"Oh, that's bullshit," I said, reveling in the sensation of
the cool air hitting my chest as Helen exposed it. I could
feel myself getting hard as she teased me, grazing her
fingernails delicately along my skin while describing her
state of arousal. "I bet you broke it off with him. It
sounds like you - break up with someone when
another opportunity comes?"
"I... that's not-"
"Think I'll pass, Jess. Thanks for the offer, though."
"Marcus! Please! Can't we at least talk about it? We left
things on such bad terms."
"We're talking!" I shouted. "What more do you want?"
"I meant face-to-face."
"Are you fucking serious right now?"
She didn't respond. I felt Helen's lips brush the corner of
my mouth. I could barely hear her words as she spoke,
"Fuck me, Marcus. Please."
"You know what?" I said through gritted teeth as I
grabbed Helen's hand and pulled it off my chest. I
planted it on my fully erect dick and ground it against
her palm through my pants. "Fine. You want to come
out here, be my guest, but I'm sure as hell not paying
for this one, and don't expect a goddamn thing."
"When can I come out?"
"I'm in Vegas for the rest of the week. After that...
whenever."
"Vegas?" Jessica asked, her tone demure.
"Oh, don't even bother asking."
"I wasn't."
"Good! Now, are we done?"
"I... if I show up in New York, you'll talk to me?"
"No promises," I growled.
"Are you dating anybody?"
"He's not currently dating anyone," Helen purred and
ran her tongue across my cheek, "but there are several
interested parties."
The phone went silent momentarily, and then Jessica
spoke up, "Marcus? Is there someone with you?"
"Helen VanCamp," my lawyer replied. I glanced at her
in surprise, but she only responded by giving me a
mischievous half-smile. "I'm Mr. Upton's lawyer. I take
care of his legal needs... and some that fall outside my
firm's purview."
"Marcus?" Jessica asked.
"Things have changed since you last saw Mr. Upton,
Miss Kemp," Helen husked, bringing her lips so close to
mine that they brushed each other. "I'm afraid you
made a grave error in judgment, and now my client
has moved onto... more promising endeavors." Then she
moaned as she pressed her mouth to mine. I felt her
warm tongue slip past my lips for a wet kiss that was
a little more noisy than usual. I suspected it was for the
benefit of our audience.
"Marcus, please."
I broke off the kiss with Helen and looked down at the
phone. Helen's lips molded onto my neck and she
began suckling noisily on my neck; there was no doubt
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