The Love Of Money - S01 E138

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The Love Of Money - S01 E138

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 138

We continued talking to, and teasing each other for the next several moments as we sensed the plane taxling to the end of the runway. By the time we got the signal that the plane was about to take off, Ashlee had been slowly rocking her ass back and forth on my crotch, teasing it to full hardness. However, the seatbelt sign had come on minutes ago, and while I was fine ignoring it during the taxi, the last thing I wanted to do is have either of us suffer a concussion because we were acting like a couple of teenagers.

As the g-forces on the plane began to increase, Ashlee looked at me from her seat and smiled. This is your first time on a private plane, isn't it?"

"It is," I admitted. "I've always flown some form of economy. This Is a whole new experience.

She laughed, her green eyes sparkling. "I can tell. It's kind of adorable."

Reaching for my hand, she entwined her fingers in them and squeezed. "Thanks for giving me a chance, Marcus."

I took a minute to reply as I gazed back at her, this moment felt so genuine and pure that for a moment I felt bad that I'd invited her on this trip under false pretenses. "My pleasure," I finally said as we felt the wheels leave the airstrip.

Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, we talked about her experience in private air travel and comparing it to my own experiences, which she'd never had. We came from different worlds, and it was interesting to see how unalike our lives had been. She was easy to talk to, and I found myself telling her about growing up with Emily and my two brothers. We talked about the complications that came from having mixed parents, and Ashlee seemed surprised that I had so many stories about the looks my parents would receive when they realized that a black woman and white man were married. I had always grown up aware that I'd escaped many of the hardships other minorities faced thanks to my parents' hard work, but Ashlee grew up in wealth and privilege that eclipsed mine completely. It had given her a worldliness and knowledgable that I would have never dreamed of, but she still maintained a certain naivete that many with generational wealth were plagued with. The guilt I felt about lying to her slowly grew as time went on. She didn't seem like a bad person... just a little spoiled.

But then why was she meeting with my would-be assassin?

I decided to bring it up to gauge her reaction. By this time, the seatbelt sign had blinked off and we were returning to the couch.

"So, you asked what this was about," I said. "There's another reason besides just wanting to get out of town."

Ashlee looked at me, her brow furrowing in intrigue, her nose crinkled a little, and II couldn't help noticing that she was Impossibly cute.

"A guy nearly tried to shoot me," I said, watching her close for any sign of recognition as I continued. "Some guy with a scar. Kind of stocky. Looked like he'd broken his nose. He followed me into a restroom and nearly pulled a gun on me. I managed to get out, but...

"Oh god!" Ashlee said. Her surprise felt genuine. Fuck. She had the same amazing poker face as Helen. Had her stepmother given her pointers or something?

"Yeah," I continued. "It happened yesterday, so-"

The door slid open a few inches and Shea poked her head in. "There you are! Oh!" She looked slightly abashed and said, "I hope I'm not disturbing anything."

"Not at all," I said, having to hid the annoyance that I felt having my story interrupted before I could feel her out a little more.

She opened the door the rest of the way as her dark eyes traveled back and forth between the two of us. "Miss VanCamp, Mr. Upton requested a massage for you. Would you be interested?"

Ashlee's eyes grew wide and she gasped. "A massage!?" She looked at me and said, "Oh Marcus! That was so sweet of you! Would you mind?"

Since i hadn't arranged anything, I assumed this was Erin's work and trusted her to know what she was doing. I shook my head and said, "Not at all. That's what this is, anyway. Go get some self- care."

She squealed, her voice high-pitched as she launched herself at me, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tight. Her head came back and she planted her lips on mine, and her fingers began exploring the back of my head as she initiated a make-out session that bordered on pornographic. It went on for about twenty seconds before she extracted her tongue from my mouth with a little moan!