The Love Of Money - S01 E260

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The Love Of Money - S01 E260

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 260

I knew so little about Chloe. Like, how long had it been since she'd been laid? I recalled that night, seeing her in my doorway with one hand buried in her panties as she watched me fuck Ashlee. That tank top had perfectly molded to her flawless body, and even in the meager light, I could make out the contours of her muscled abdomen, tight obliques, and firm shoulders. When was the last time she'd felt someone climb on top of that impressive body and slide into her? Did she have anyone? She seemed married to her work.

Chloe was close, and I could have leaned in, closed less than a foot of distance between us, and our lips would be touching. Would she accept them? The way she'd been staring at my hardon, I suspected I knew the answer. She was more than a badass head of security, after all. She was a woman... here... in my house-a safe space where she didn't need to keep her guard up. She was a very sexy woman, giving me a very sexy look, and I had an unused erection sitting in my pants.

"I should go," Chloe said and got off the couch.

My window was gone.

"I'll let you know about meeting with Psalter and give you a rundown of our new security measures tomorrow. She stood there, looking at me for another moment, then turned and left.

I thought about going after her, grabbing her wrist, pulling her toward me, and sliding my lips over hers. However... something told me not to do it. It didn't feel right, and if I'd made a move on her right then, that fleeting, delicate opportunity would have been gone forever. She was my bodyguard, after all. Watching each other from a distance was one thing, but actual sex...

I sighed and almost reached for my phone to see where Erin was. God, how ridiculous was it that I was getting so used to getting regular sex that I couldn't seem to go ten minutes without someone taking care of an erection.

As I closed my fingers around the phone, it buzzed as someone called. Danielle.

Monday, 6:05 pm

The elevator door dinged and slid open to reveal the lovely Danielle "I guarantee you they would have," I said, wondering how often the security talked about how much of a lucky son of a bitch I was.

"I changed on the elevator,' she said, "I wanted to surprise you." She backed away a few steps and did a little spin for me.

"You certainly did," I said as my eyes drank in her form-soft skin, flared hips, beautiful round ass, feminine back, and lovely legs encased in silky hose.

"I have two more surprises for you," Danni said, picking up a bag on the elevator floor. I spied a corner of denim peeking out of the bag -probably the clothes she'd changed out of. She brushed past me and into the main living room. Dropping the bag by the first couch she came to, she reached in and pulled out a glass bottle. The condensation suggested that it was already chilled.

"Champaign?" I asked.

"This is the smaller one. The bigger one is later," she said, giving me a mischievous grin. When it came to troublemaking, she was no match for Erin, but in light of her sweet disposition and gentle spirit, her look suggested she had something absolutely sinful in store for me.

"You don't have to do this," I said.

"Of course I do," she said, unwrapping the neck of the bottle. "You had a major success today!" She handed it to me. "Would you mind?"

"I should probably open this over a sink," I said.

Danni gave me a look. "Seriously, Marcus. You're a billionaire. Make a little bit of a mess. Live a little!"

She was right. Holding the bottle away from us, I popped the cork and let bubbles cascade down the neck and across the rich tapestry underneath our feet.

"Whoo!" Danni cheered with a grin.

I raised the bottle to my lips and drank deeply of the bubbly alcohol. I'd had champagne before, but it had never been this good. Swallowing it, I passed the bottle to Danni; she took it, placed a hand on my chest, and gave me a gentle shove. I stumbled back, and she did it again. After the second time, the backs of my legs hit the couch, catching me off balance. I dropped me.

Still grinning down at me, she reached for the ribbon at her waist and tugged on one of the loose ends. The gauzy robe fell open, revealing what I'd already seen beneath it; she dropped her shoulders as she turned her head to the side, giving me a lovely view of her neck and chest as the robe slipped from her arms and dropped to her wrists. One side slid free while the other caught on the glass bottle in her grasp. She switched hands so the filmy material fell to the floor, forgotten as she stood before me with her beautiful figure on full display for me.