As much as I’d like to fuck her every which way at my house on the lake, we always stay at her place, because it’s closer to town, closer to her work at the bistro and The Rose. But also because of her bunny, Dagny. Apparently, Dagny gets anxious if left alone too long. But to be honest, I’m pretty sure Dagny is pretty freaked out no matter what’s going on. She’s cute, though.
I still regularly remind Aspen that I’m going to marry her, and that she should start moving her stuff into my house. She pretends to ignore me, or she slaps my shoulder or gives me a playful shove. Every couple of days though, I water that seed. And the idea has taken root. I can see her suppressing a grin every time I say it.
I am going to marry that woman.
I had a great day at the office, and Aspen said she’d be busy for a couple of hours, so I went to the gym and banged out a workout before heading over to her place.
Figuring I gave her enough time to finish whatever she was working on, I ring the doorbell to the condo, still annoyed that I don’t have a key yet. I’ll get one eventually.
She doesn’t answer right away, and when she finally opens the door, I ask, “What took you so long?” I walk into the condo and set my keys on the small table by the door.
“Sorry,” she says and stands on her toes to give me a kiss. But she pulls away too soon. “I’m knees-deep trying to make this website. I want to be able to take reservations, but my forte is baking, not building websites.”
I follow her into the living room, where she has her dining room table set up as a desk. She has papers spread out on it, stacks of files, and an empty cream cheese foil wrapper.
She sits back down at her laptop and mumbles cuss words as she runs her hands through her hair. I don’t like to see her frustrated. I want my future wife calm and relaxed. And she should be, because I have a billion dollars, and I could solve this problem of hers with a phone call.
But my stubborn woman is determined.
Determined to do as much as she can on her own.
I stand behind her and rub her shoulders. I haven’t had her since last night, and my cock gets hard merely by being in her presence. My buildup of semen makes my loins ache, and I won’t feel better until my cock is deep inside her. She closes her eyes and tilts her head to the side. I rub her neck with my thumbs, and she moans in appreciation.
“Can I please help you?” I ask her.
“No.” She stiffens her upper back. “I don’t want your money. I can do this on my own.”
“I know you can do it on your own,” I say. “But why should you? It can take you a few days, or it can take you ten minutes. And your time is valuable.” I pull her hair, forcing her head back so she can look up at me behind her. I want to shove my cock into her beautiful mouth.
She tugs her head back upright, and then she drops her chin to her chest and says, “Because. I just have to.”
I move around to the side of her and kneel on the floor. Dagny hops over to me and lets me pet her. I think she’s finally figured out I’m a permanent fixture. And that I won’t eat her. Aspen peers down at both of us, and I say, “If Dagny could talk, she’d say to you,” I pause as I turn on my cartoon bunny voice, “Aspen, please let Ryker help you. The sooner he does, the sooner he can make you scream his name.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “First of all, Dagny would never say that. Second? You’re weird.”
She’s right on both counts. At least I got her to laugh.
I stand up, serious now, and say. “Aspen, I’m here for you. I want to help you. Please let me. I can make this easy, and you can focus on the stuff that only you can do. It’s the wise business decision.”
She looks at me under her long black lashes, her red cherry lips in a slight pout and says, “I know you can snap your fingers and make this problem go away, and I know you want to. But this is something I have to do on my own. To me, it’s the doing it that counts, not the having it done.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way.
“But I love having you here,” she continues, with an upbeat tone. “It’s helping just having you around me. Especially when you rub my shoulders.” I narrow my eyes at her and shake my head.
“Really! You’re in my life now, Ryker, and I’m very happy. It’s more than I ever thought I would do. I was determined to be manless for at least another couple of years and, well, here you are. Please let it be enough.”
I understand what she means. She has let me into her life to share her journey, not to take a shortcut to the finish line. But I still want to support her. Not just for her, but also selfishly, because I want her to be relaxed and more available. I don’t want her working all night when I’m here.
An idea hits me.
“I actually have a way you can help me, which will help you. My assistant, Patrick, is very technical. And, frankly, I need to give him stuff to do. I haven’t been able to give him much since I started working at the law firm.
