It had been two weeks since I asked Aaron for a favor. The last time he mentioned it, he said it was "coming soon."
I couldn't imagine what he had in store—but God, I hoped it wasn't anal. That was a hard no.
Lydia had been calling me all morning from an unknown number, begging me to talk. After the fifth call, I gave in and called her back, more annoyed than anything.
"Hey, Alaina… Dad's here with me. He wants to talk to you."
I took a deep breath and stayed silent as the voice I never wanted to hear again came through the phone.
"Hey, Laina. How's my baby girl doing? Your papa misses you very much."
I held my breath the whole time, fingers clenching the phone—until I hung up without saying a word.
I sat there for a long minute, hoping I'd never hear that horrible man's voice again.
The rest of the day dragged on as ordinarily as possible. With Thanksgiving only a few days away and no family to spend it with, I'd been stuck in my apartment for two weeks—surviving on pizza and video games.
But now, my father's voice lingered, crawling at the edges of my mind like something rotting.
I was on the living room floor, mid-race in Mario Kart and mid-bite of pizza, when there was a knock at the door.
"I'm busy! Come back later!" I yelled, half-chewing.
"It's Aaron."
Panic. I jumped up, searching frantically for something to throw on—but groaned as I remembered all my clothes were in the washer downstairs.
Hair: tragic bun. Shirt: a faded tee from 1995. Bottoms: boxers. Great.
I cracked the door open. "Can I help you?"
Aaron grinned and pushed his way in. He was dressed to kill in his best suit, a black collared shirt and navy blue tie.
It took him a second, but then he turned around and looked me over—slowly.
"Wow. Is this how you're spending Thanksgiving? Pizza, video games, and is that Spider-Man on your underwear?"
I rolled my eyes and flopped back down in front of my game. "I have no family, remember?"
Aaron sat beside me and began massaging my back, his thumbs working slow circles into my shoulders.
"Remember that favor you owe me?"
I paused the game and buried my face in the carpet. "I knew you'd bring that up eventually."
"I have an important business trip coming up. It's a week long, and I need you to come with me."
I groaned. "A week? During the holidays?"
"Yup. We leave in two hours. Go get dressed."
He smacked my ass playfully before walking to the couch and pulling out his phone.
Thirty minutes later, I was packed and sulking in the passenger seat on the way to the airport.
"I didn't even get to finish my pizza. Or my game."
Aaron glanced up from his phone and kissed my hand. "Don't pout, Alaina. You weren't doing anything anyway."
"Insane people work on holidays, Aaron."
When we reached the airport, he took my hand and guided me toward a private jet.
"Why didn't we take your jet to Hong Kong?" I asked.
"My pilot was sick," he replied simply.
As we boarded, I froze. The interior of the jet was —nicer than my entire apartment.
Two sleek tables with leather seating for four, a plush bed in the back, and a full kitchen dividing the space.
"I hate that this is the same size as where I live," I muttered, plopping down.
"We'll be flying for a while. Get comfortable."
By the time night rolled in, I had stripped down and flopped into the bed while Aaron finished speaking with the pilot.
"Oh my God," I moaned into the mattress, "this bed is so comfortable I might marry it."
Aaron returned, laughing when he saw me sprawled out, limbs everywhere.
"Do you like the bed?"
"I this bed."
He changed into his pajamas and lay down next to me, eyes closed like nothing was going to happen.
It had been weeks since he touched me—and it was starting to drive me insane.
I was usually the submissive one, but if he wasn't going to take the lead, I would.
I swung a leg over him and straddled his waist.
Aaron opened his eyes, smiling lazily up at me. "What are you up to, Alaina?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled the tie from my hair and let it fall over my shoulders.
Then I slid his boxers down, slowly. He leaned in to kiss me, and I let my panties fall to the floor as I lowered myself over him.
He groaned as my fingers traced down his chest.
The jet gave a small shake of turbulence. I rocked gently against him, teasing, sliding just the tip of him inside me.
"Alaina…" he groaned, voice thick. "Why are you teasing me like this?"
I gasped when he suddenly gripped my hips and pulled me down onto him in one smooth motion.
My breath hitched as he filled me completely.
Aaron held my waist, steadying me as I began to rock slowly, back and forth, chasing that dizzying pleasure.
All the tension between us unraveled with every movement, the sound of the jet fading behind the rhythm we created.