"Well, if you don't hear from her soon, you let me know and I'll get one of my guys to figure out where she's at and make sure that she's all right."
I stand up from the desk a little awkwardly, not sure what to do next.
"Are you ready for bed now, baby girl?"
Chapter 6
Evan
To say the staff in my office is shocked would be an understatement. I will easily admit I'm a workaholic. It's gotten me where I am today, a billionaire. While I don't spend frivolously, I don't want for anything either.
Well, I don't want for anything except for Aspen and spending five million on her is the most frivolous thing I've ever spent my money on.
Of course, as soon as they hear I'm not going to be in for a week, a million questions start flying. I tell them to deal with it, and if they can't figure it out, email me. What I don't tell them is I have absolutely no intention of checking my email or address any business concerns. My sole focus is going to be on Aspen for the entire week. For all I care, my company could crash and burn.
I only get one week with Aspen and I'm not giving up a single minute of it because these memories from this week will have to last me until I'm on my deathbed.
Right now, Aspen is in the bathroom getting ready for bed. While I know that I should give her a space in the guest room, I'm just enough of a bastard to keep her close. I want to be able to wrap my arms around her and know what it's like to have her sleeping next to me and not wake up alone for the first time in years.
No, I try not to think about what she's doing in the bathroom to get ready for bed. Otherwise, I might not be able to give her the privacy she deserves. Then a thought hits me as she’s getting ready for bed.
"Do you need to take care of any of the loans so that you can enjoy your week here?" I ask through the door of the bathroom.
"Yes, but all the paperwork is back at my house."
"Tomorrow, we’ll head over there and you can get what you need and pack a bag of anything you want to bring with you for the week, clothes or whatever."
Plus, it'll give me a chance to check out the house and see how she's been really doing, not just what she's willing to let me know. I tell myself it's so I can get an idea of how I can help her out, not just so that I can see how she lives in her space and know what it's like to be in her space. There's some shuffling on the other side of the door and all I can think about is her getting ready for bed in that outfit that she wore on stage earlier.
"You still have that outfit you wore onstage?"
"Yes."
"Wear it to bed tonight."
She doesn't say anything, but all the noise on the other side of the door stops for just a moment before I hear her getting ready for bed again. I smile to myself, stepping into the closet and changing out of my suit.
For a second, I hesitate on what to wear to bed, but decide on just my boxers. Then I make my way to the bed, climb in, sitting with my back to the headboard and watching the bathroom door waiting for her to come out.
When she steps out in that black barely there lace outfit, my dick goes hard instantly. Hesitantly, she stands by the door looking shy and cute as hell, before quickly scurrying to the other side of the bed. Then hurriedly pulls the covers up hiding her body from me.
Reaching over, I rip the covers away and her eyes go wide.
"You are so damn beautiful," I say. Almost like my hand has a mind of its own, it reaches up and runs along the side of her throat, tracing along the pulse point before slowly moving down to lightly trace over the top of her breasts.
"Don’t hide your body from me." I run a finger over her already hard nipples, and she just nods at me in agreement.
Her breathing picks up as I slowly trace down the center of her stomach and stop just at the top of the tiny strip of fabric that separates me from what I paid five million for.
I should stop. I should cover her back up and let her go to sleep. But I have to know, so I lightly move a finger down her panty-covered slit and when I find the material soaking wet, I know there's no way we're just going to bed.
"Do you need to come, baby girl?” At my words, her face turns bright red. Which I still haven't told her that I find it sexy as hell. When she nods, all thoughts of what I should do vanish because I can't leave her in need.
I lay on my side, propped up on my elbow so I can watch her as I slide my hand into her panties. A slight brush on her clit causes her to gasp slightly.
Running my fingers down her slit, I gather some of the wetness there and bring it to her clit. But I never take my eyes off her face, as she closes her eyes and almost purrs. Taking my time, I play with her clit and watch her reactions, learning what she likes. It’s my goal to learn every bit of how to make her cum harder than she has in her whole life.
I want her to remember that I am the one who can give her such pleasure that no one else will be able to replicate. So, when I can tell she is close to cumming, I stop and slide back down to her opening. When her eyes pop open, I smile as I slide a finger into her.