Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 130

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 Jess could hear it.