The Love Of Money - S01 E215

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The Love Of Money - S01 E215

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 215

"Fine," I said, and let her take the phone from me. "Can you order me a new phone?"

"It'll be here tomorrow, boss," Erin said.

"Good," I said, as we headed back to the bar. "Do me a favor and text Vikram. Tell him he's welcome to use one of the rooms."

Twenty minutes later, I was on a couch with Shea and Chloe, filling them in on my conversation with Julia and Helen. Chloe reassured me that Psalter would do everything he could to rectify the situation and disagreed with Helen about Roger's threat. She believed I made the right call, which did a lot to calm me down.

As we talked, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Danni leaning forward with her elbows resting on the back of the couch. The plunging neckline was eye level with me, and it was the first thing I saw; her modest breasts hung along with the loose fabric, giving them a little more volume than they usually had.

My eyes traced up her chest, along the gentle curve of her ivory neck, and up to Danielle's radiant, angelic face. She smiled as she stared down at me from her perch, obviously happy with my reaction when I turned around. This woman wanted to be objectified by the right person, and I just happened to be that person.

"Hey!" I said, unable to keep from breaking out into a smile of my own.

"Hey!" she said back. "I have to go soon, and I was hoping you could walk me to my car."

The last thing Danni had to worry about was getting safely to her car, security in the garages was top-notch. She wanted to talk. Considering our conversation a couple days ago, then the weirdness with Natalie, I'd normally be wary, but, like Erin, Danni had the uncanny ability to make me forget my troubles for a little bit, and I could use a bit of friendly company right about now. I hoped that's what this was.

"Ladies, if you'll excuse me," said as I stood up. "Got to make sure Danielle gets safely to her car."

"If anyone can protect her..." Shea said, raising her glass to me in a toast.

As we walked off, she linked her arm through mine and gave me a shy, closed-lip smile as a blush began creeping across her cheeks. "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier... with Natalie."

"It's okay," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I get it."

"I'm not a jealous person," she insisted as we approached the small rooftop enclosure lobby where the elevators were.

"I know," I said as we entered the enclosure. I pressed the button and said, "After some of the insane stuff we've done, no one can accuse you of being jealous."

"But that's the problem, Marcus," she said. "When I saw the way you looked at Natalie, I did get jealous."

"Oh," I said, surprised by the admission. "How was I looking at her?"

"Like you were a man dying of thirst, and she was a glass of ice- cold water," Danni admitted, looking up at me with those bright emeralds of hers.

"I wasn't," I protested.

"You were," Danni insisted. The doors opened, she walked in ahead of me, and I followed on her heels. "And that's okay, I don't blame you. She's gorgeous. If I met her in a different situation, I'd want to fall in bed with her." The doors closed after she pressed the button to the appropriate floor where she'd parked.

That admission conjured an entire array of delightful images, but I had to quash them down to focus. I needed to focus on the amazing girl I was actually with. "To be fair, she cooled off pretty quickly when you approached. She probably saw the way I was looking at you."

The blush on her cheeks intensified a little more as she broke out in a broad smile that almost broke my heart. It was so beautiful. "I saw the way you were looking at me," she said quietly. "I was just... a little worried. I still want to date you, Marcus, and I'm scared someone like her is going to get you before I've had a chance."

You don't have to worry about Natalie, Danni," I said, my voice lowering to match her register. I suddenly realized that I was leaning against the wall, and the distance between us steadily vanished as she approached. "She's dating someone else, and I'm making peace with that." I chose my next words carefully. "You have to understand... I've carried a torch for Natalie for most of the past year. Even more, we almost dated a couple weeks ago. It's not like I can just forget about all that."

"Bet I can make you forget," she husked as she stepped into my personal space. The spicy aroma of her perfume worked in tandern with her sensual aura to create a tempting concoction that I could barely resist. God, why did she have to smell so good?

I needed this. After everything that happened, I needed a few uncomplicated minutes with someone I genuinely enjoyed. I reached out and pressed the button to bring the elevator to a grinding halt. At that same exact moment, Danielle jumped on me, throwing her arms around my neck and clamping her thighs on my hips as I took all one hundred and ten pounds of her. I heard her snart just as her lips crashed into mine, and she invaded my mouth with her tongue.

I reached under her with both hands, slid my hands under her skirt, and dug my fingers into her ass cheeks as I held her in my arms. My tongue met hers, vying for dominance as we desperately went at each other. Her fingernails raked across the back of my scalp as she grabbed handfuls of my hair, forcing me to keep my face pressed to hers as we molested each other's lips. I didn't need the encouragement, but I adored her passion.

Panting into each other's mouths, I spun and sandwiched Danni between myself and the wall. Far from gentle, her back hit the side of the elevator hard, and I heard her groan into my mouth. "Fuck! I'm sorry!" I panted as tore my lips from hers.

"Don't," she gasped. She tore at my shirt, and I heard a couple of buttons bounce off the floor of the elevator as she kissed me fiercely again. "I'm not made of glass, Marcus," she breathed as she ended the kiss. That was all the permission I needed.

With her legs wrapped around my waist and pinned against the wall, I released my hold on her and grabbed both straps of her dress. They easily slid over those pale, freckled shoulders before I ripped them down her sides, exposing her delicate breasts. Her nipples stood out in the cool air of the conditioned elevator. I reached up with one hand and closed my hand around one of her tits, squeezing it briefly before continuing to slide my hand up her chest and to her face. I pushed it to the side with one hand as I grabbed her hair in the other and yanked firmly on it, exposing her flawless, alabaster neck.