Love, Money, and Lies

by Olivia Saxton

  “Was that when you started making lots of money?” he asked with a smirk.

  “I did all right in the regular nine-to-five sector at the time, but I didn’t start making the big bucks until I went independent. You know, the big leagues,” she said with a smile. It wasn’t entirely true, but it didn’t really matter. It’s not like she wanted to make a commitment to Bruce.

  He chuckled. “I naturally gravitate to places like this. I guess it reminds me of home.” They chatted, continued to eat, and ordered more alcohol. Forty minutes later, Bruce had her laughing at his silly jokes.

  “You want another drink?” he asked.

  “Oh no. I’m afraid I’ve had a little too much already.” She wasn’t drunk, but she felt loose.

  “I’ll settle the tab. Maybe some fresh air will clear our heads.”

  Ten minutes later, they walked outside. They strolled along the deck of the restaurant, which stretched out to the parking lot. But instead of going to their vehicles, they continued to walk the deck out to the property.

  “This place is on a lot of land,” she commented.

  “Yeah, they host big parties out here. In August, they have a big barbeque. Folks bring their tents, folding chairs, and coolers. Of course, you have to pay Jimbo’s for the barbeque you eat.”

  They got to a bench.

  “You want to sit for a minute?” he asked.

  “Sure,” she answered.

  They settled on the seat. Bruce placed his arm around her shoulders. “Nice night,” he stated.

  “Yeah, I’m surprise it isn’t humid.” For some reason, she didn’t mind his arm on her shoulder. He made her feel protected and safe.

  “So, how’s your head?” he asked in a low tone.

  “Good,” she whispered. Is it me, or is he getting closer?

  “So, what do you want to do now?” His tone had a lace of mischief in it as his arms curled around her waist.

  Margo looked up at him. “Not sure, but I think you have something in mind.”

  “I do,” he replied as his face got closer to hers.

  Their lips touched. Bruce was big as a bear, but his touch was as gentle as a pussycat. Her hand roamed up his muscular arm. It had been three months since she had any physical contact with a man. It felt good, and his skin was so warm.

  As much as Margo hated it, she thought it best to pull back. She looked into his desire-filled eyes. Bruce was appealing, and she was physically attracted to him, no question. But he was trouble. “We should go,” she said more sultrily than she meant to.

  His dark eyebrow arched. “Yeah, but you really don’t want to, do you?”

  She didn’t. She looked him over. The truth was, she wanted to take him for a ride. Perhaps just once wouldn’t hurt. Bobbi would be pissed, but it’s not like she’d know anything about it. Matter of fact, sleeping with Bruce now would get him to leave her alone. His libido and ego would be satisfied, and her mind wouldn’t be distracted with urges and be clear for the weeks to come.

  “Actually, I do . . . and go to your place,” she replied.

  He gave her a sexy smile, showing his teeth. “We don’t have to go back to my place. Here is just fine.”

  “Here?” she asked with shock. “Like out here?”

  He chuckled. It was almost devilish. “Sure. You’re not scared, are you? You give off a vibe that you’re willing to take some risks.”

  “Someone will see us. There’s a light a few feet away from us.”

  “Most people don’t venture out this way until close to midnight,” Bruce said. “We can go over there next to the palm tree.” He pointed behind her.

  Margo licked her lips. She had never done it outside before. What’s the worst that could happen? Someone seeing us?

  “Well?” he inquired.

  She smiled. “I’m game.” Before she could make a move, Bruce scooped her up in his arms and tossed her over his shoulder, making her giggle. He carried her over to the palm tree. It was a little darker in the spot, but the moon shined enough light for them to see.

  Chapter 8

  Bruce put her down on her feet. They came together in a kiss. This kiss was more aggressive, hungrier. Margo could feel his hands loosening the knot at the bottom of her blouse. Bruce smoothed the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. She shook her wrist to be rid of the top. He started pulling the end of her tank top out of her jeans as she grabbed the bottom of his black polo shirt. Bruce raised his arms to let her pull it over his head. Tossing it quickly to the side, he pulled her tank top off, exposing her breasts to the night air. He got on his knees and then unzipped her jeans. Then he pulled them and her panties down to her knees. Bruce dipped his middle finger into her folds as he took a pink nipple into his mouth.

  Margo moaned as his finger rubbed her clit. His tongue swirled around her areola. He pulled back and blew on it. She quivered and moaned as it budded and tingled. Bruce attacked her other breast with hunger. It hardened in his mouth. His tongue flicked it, making her swirl her hips against his finger below.

  “Ah,” she breathed.

  He continued to suckle her as his finger slipped downward. When he dipped inside her moist warmth, he groaned against her breast.

  Margo reached up and pulled her satin blue scrunchie out of her hair, letting her long blonde tresses drape down her back. “Mmm,” she moaned. Placing her hand on his shoulders, her fingers danced over the hard muscles there.

  Bruce released her mountain and slowly came to his feet as his finger slid out of her center. Margo stepped out of her pants as he unbuckled his black jeans. She bit her bottom lip as she got a look at his large, bobbing manhood. As soon as he stepped out of his shoes and pants, Margo got on her knees. She wanted to taste the tanned marvel before her. Handling him with care, she placed his tip in her mouth. Margo swirled her tongue around it and then started to lick it rapidly.

  He let out a near primal groan as his hand grabbed the back of her head. As Bruce pressed her head toward his pelvis, more of him was engulfed by her mouth. Her lips stretched to their limit as he gently and slowly pumped against her tongue.

  Then he abruptly pulled his rod out and took a deep breath. “Let’s get down to the nitty gritty. I don’t want to disappoint you and blow before the actual act,” he heaved out.

  “Well, lie down and let me drive,” she said as she rubbed his thigh.

  Bruce didn’t waste any time. He laid flat in the grass. Margo let him get comfortable before she mounted him. She took his erection in hand and started beating it against her clit.

  “Oh, God. You’re a tease,” he groaned like he was in agony.

  She giggled, but she didn’t stop.

  Bruce brushed her hand away and took himself in hand. “Sit,” he hissed with a demanding tone.

  Margo eased onto him. She cried out as his length stretched her like she had never been stretched before. She eased up and then down, trying to adjust for his size. Her womanhood gave a little. Margo tucked her feet under Bruce’s legs, and she slowly began to bounce.

  Bruce placed his hands on her hips and smoothed them up her waist. Then he took hold of her and pulled her forward, bringing her breasts to his lips. He groaned as he took one in his mouth.

  She breathed heavily as she started bouncing faster as her canal loosened. Bruce started moving his hips with her as he groaned against her bud. It plopped out of his mouth as they moved together. He grabbed her melons on both sides to steady them and began suckling her again. He squeezed them as he did, making Margo gasp with pleasure.

  She rolled her hips on impact. Rising up and slamming down again, rotating her hips. Bruce moaned between her smashed breasts every time she did it. His arms circled around her waist. He held her tight as he rolled them over, placing Margo on her back. Bruce started plowing into her. Margo placed her hands on his perfectly round buttocks and squeezed his cheeks, holding on for dear life. Short, raspy cries escaped from her lips.

  Bruce nuzzled her cheek as he began to
deliver deep thrusts. She let out a scream every time he slammed back in. Margo wrapped her legs around him as she kept hold of his ass. Her face became hot, her legs trembled, and her eyes watered. The rush of heat took her, making her scream his name at the top of her lungs. Margo was sucking in air, trying to get a hold of herself as she felt a gust of hot cream filling her. Bruce’s head flung back as he roared like the lion of the jungle.

  Their bodies and hair were sweaty. Bruce claimed her lips with a sense of possession that she was unfamiliar with, but it felt wonderful – and complete.

  After lying in each other’s arms for a few minutes, they quietly staggered around in the dark for their clothes and got dressed. Bruce held Margo’s hand as he escorted her back to the parking lot. She found it endearing. However, she did remind herself not to get attached to Bruce because he was a player and an FBI agent, and she was a professional bank robber who never apologized for being a thief.

  They stopped at her red Mustang. While Margo was trying to pull her keys out of her purse, Bruce pulled her into his arms. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready for the night to be over.”

  “So what are we going to do about that?”

  “Well, you did suggest that we go to my place to start with,” he said with small smile. “How about you follow me back to my apartment for a night cap and . . .?”

  “And?” she urged as she waited with bated breath.

  “Well . . . some more fun,” he completed and then his lips curled into a big grin.

  Margo smiled, too. She looked at her Rolex. It was only nine-thirty. She decided that she could spend a few more hours with Mr. Styles because deep down, she wasn’t ready for the night to end either. “Lead the way.”

  Chapter 9

  Bruce was sound asleep until his cell phone chimed. He blindly reached for it on the nightstand. He was surprised when he grasped a piece of paper instead. Letting the phone ring, he groggily opened his eyes to look at the note.

  “Thanks for an exceptional evening. I truly enjoyed myself. See you around, M.”

  He frowned and looked over to the other side of the king-sized bed. She was really gone. No woman left his bed after he got done with them. The phone finally stopped ringing. Whipping the yellow sheet off his naked form, he slowly stood and stretched.

  See you around? What the fuck does that mean? See you around?

  His phone rang again.

  “Maybe it’s her. We exchanged numbers yesterday afternoon just in case she got lost getting to Jimbo’s.” Bruce picked up the phone and frowned when he saw it was Alec. Normally, he would be happy to hear from his buddy, but he wanted to talk to someone else right now. “Hello,” he answered.

  “Where the hell are you?” Alec asked with annoyance. “You were supposed to meet me at the gym at nine.”

  “What time is it now?”

  “Ten,” Alec spat out.

  “Oh, shit. Sorry, man. I got . . . distracted last night, and I overslept.”

  Alec snorted. “Yeah, I know what that’s code for. Look, don’t worry about it. I just went on and did my work out. At least you’re all right.”

  “Yeah, just a little . . . tired.”

  “Long night, huh?”

  Bruce cleared his throat. “You can say that.”

  “One of the girls on your hot list or someone new?”

  “Someone new actually,” Bruce admitted as he walked into the kitchen.

  “Anybody I know?”

  Bruce chuckled as he opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice. He put Alec on speaker.

  “It was a question for the hell of it,” Alec groaned. “I didn’t think it was someone I actually knew.”

  Bruce took a swig of orange juice out of the carton. “Nonetheless, you asked. I answered.”

  “It isn’t someone from work, is it? When you got finished with the cleaning girl, she was never the same.”

  “No, it’s not anyone from work,” Bruce answered as he put the carton back in the fridge.

  “Then, who?”

  “I’ll tell you later. I have to get dressed and . . . well, you know.”

  “No, I don’t know, but that’s all right. Are you coming by the house for dinner tonight?”

  “If Lana isn’t fixing French food, I might.” Bruce walked to the bathroom.

  Alec laughed. “When I know for sure, I’ll text you. See you later.”

  “Later,” Bruce said and clicked off. He put his phone on the sink counter and lifted the lid on the commode. As he drained the main vein, he thought about Margo’s note.

  Exceptional? The sex was more than exceptional. It was fantastic, and she knows it.

  He licked his lips as he thought about what had happened when they had arrived at his apartment last night. He had regained his energy quicker than he estimated, so he had ushered her to the bedroom. They had stripped down and screwed each other raw.

  Bruce shook himself and hit the lever on the toilet. As he washed his hands, the memory of pressing Margo and her big tits against his bedroom wall and pushing into her invaded his mind.

  As he brushed his teeth, he decided that he had to see her today. After taking a hot shower, throwing on a pair of denim shorts and an Orlando Magic T-shirt, he called Margo.

  It rang four times before it clicked. “If you’re calling for Margo St. John, you got the right number. I can’t take your call right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back.”

  Bruce hung up with annoyance. Then he thought she might be getting her beauty rest. As he remembered, it was about two o’clock in the morning when he had fallen asleep with her in his arms.

  An hour later, he was driving his black Ford SUV down Sunset Boulevard. He was about to pull into Margo’s driveway until he noticed that her car was gone.

  “Where the hell is she?” Bruce grabbed his cell and tried calling her again. And again, he got her voicemail. “Shit,” he sneered as he clicked off.

  He rounded the cul-de-sac and drove a half a block to Alec and Lana’s. Bruce got out of his vehicle and headed up the walk. He was about to ring the doorbell when the door opened.

  “Hey,” Lana greeted, and she stepped aside to let him in.

  “Hey,” he said and crossed the threshold.

  “Alec is upstairs taking a shower,” Lana said.

  Keisha came running. “Uncle Bruce! Uncle Bruce!” She ran into his arms.

  He lifted her up high. “Oh,” he grunted as he lowered her to cradle her in his arms.

  “Oh,” she repeated sweetly. It was a thing they did.

  Lucky sniffed Bruce’s leg.

  “How about a kiss for your favorite uncle?” he asked with a smile.

  Keisha gave him a big kiss on the cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Favorite uncle?” Alec inquired as he descended the stairs. “Not sure if my brother would like hearing that.”

  “Uncle Bruce is different, Daddy,” Keisha said sheepishly.

  “Oh yeah, how?” Alec asked as he approached them.

  “He just is, Daddy.”

  Alec tickled the side of her stomach, making her giggle.

  “Stop, Daddy,” she said with a big smile.

  Alec chuckled. “You’re over here sooner than I thought.”

  “Yeah, actually I was in the . . . neighborhood . . .” Oh, the hell with it. “Do you guys know where Margo would be on a Sunday afternoon?”

  “Why?” Lana and Alec asked simultaneously with worry.

  “Just, well,” Bruce stuttered.

  “Are you kidding me?” Alec said as a light bulb dawned in his eyes.

  “Keisha, we better go into the kitchen and let Daddy and Uncle Bruce talk,” Lana said.

  “Okay, Mommy,” Keisha replied.

  Bruce put Keisha down on her feet. Lana and Keisha walked to the kitchen. Lucky followed them.

  “Bruce, are you saying that . . . Margo was the woman you were with last night?” Alec asked.

  “Yes,
now, do you know where she is?”

  “No. I don’t keep up with her schedule.”

  Bruce rolled his eyes. “A lot of help you are.”

  “Why are you trying to chase her down anyway? From what you said over the phone, you got what . . . you wanted from her.”

  “Well, I want some more. Okay? Is that crime?” he asked defensively.

  Alec’s eyes widened. “No. Just . . . I don’t know where she is. Just call one of your chippies on your hot list.”

  “I’m not in the mood for any of them,” he replied. “It’s just . . . Alec, a woman has never left my bed in the middle of the night and left a note behind that said, ‘see you around.’ It’s bothering me.”

  A crooked smile curved on his friend’s lips. “I see. So it’s okay for you to do something like that to a woman, but when it’s turned around, you don’t like it,” he said with amusement.

  Bruce squinted at him with aggravation.

  “I can picture you waking up this morning, reaching over, and grabbing nothing but cold sheets. Then you clutch the sheet to your chest feeling insecure and alone,” Alec imagined as he snickered.

  “Eat shit, Alec. If you must know, you were the one who woke me up when you called,” Bruce sneered.

  “Easy, big guy. I’m just busting your balls a little; nothing that you haven’t done to me in the past. Perhaps you should ask Lana. She and Margo are good friends.”

  Bruce brushed by his chuckling friend and headed for the kitchen.

  Chapter 10

  Margo pulled up to the old sewing factory. She was supposed to meet Aaron at eight and she was over an hour and a half late. She popped the trunk. Thankfully, Aaron was outside posting “Private Property” signs on the gates and the building.

  “Good, I’ll have help getting this stuff in here,” she mumbled.

  “Hey, I see you finally showed up,” he joked as he walked toward her.

  “Yeah, sorry I’m late. I . . . had a late night,” she said. “Can you help me carry this desktop equipment and programming books inside?”

  “Sure. I got the perfect little office for you.”