Forever My Babygirl: A Billionaire Romance (Vegas Daddies) Read online

  “Are you comfortable?”

  She gives a little nod against my chest. “Extremely.”

  This is the time I’d planned on calling the car to come and get her but it’s way too soon. I’m supposed to be sending her off. Enjoying the rest of the night in the penthouse alone.

  But I don’t want to send her away. I want her to stay. “Do you want to spend the night?”

  “Of course.” She gives a yawn.

  I run my fingertips down the back of her arm. “I have to be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be like this.”

  She sits up on her elbow, giving me a concerned look. “Was it not good? Was it not what you wanted?”

  I lean over, kissing her lips. She relaxes under my touch. “The opposite. I had no idea it could be this...good.”

  She gives me a soft look. “I know. Me too.” She snuggles back down in the crook of my arm.

  But she's supposed to say that, right?

  Her breaths come in light, even wisps as she falls asleep against me. I tighten my arm around her, never wanting to let her go.

  Having Emmeline sleeping on my chest makes a peacefulness come over me that I never felt with my exes, making me take a closer look at the truth.

  One night with Emmeline’s been worth more than the hundreds with girls I’ve fucked in the past. When I’m with Emmeline, I feel like the man I want to be, the one I know is inside me.

  I find myself wanting to be her daddy dom, take care of her, protect her, spoil her, and spank her just like she craves.

  I’m suddenly hit with a shocking revelation...between my six month hiatus from girls, my time of reflection, and this one night with sweet little Emmeline, I’m finally over being a player, having a different girl every night.

  I need a soulmate. Someone I just click with. A connection, that’s effortless.

  Like the one I’ve found with Emmeline.

  So yeah—I’m glad I spent that fifteen grand. It might have just been the best money I’ve ever spent.

  But I think I just fell in love with my escort.

  Chapter 5

  Emmeline

  I wake up, naked, startled, and in a man’s bed. It takes a beat for me to remember where the heck I am.

  I spent the night as a paid escort. And my God—the orgasms he gave me—I should be paying him. He’s still asleep, and I sneak a glance at his handsome face. He’s good looking, there’s no doubt, with a jaw cut from stone, dark brows, and thick eyelashes. He’s hawt with a ‘w.’

  But that’s not why I like him.

  I run my hand over the smooth muscles of his chest. He’s fit, probably spends a lot of time in the gym. Has a killer body. And judging by this penthouse, he’s obviously loaded. But that’s not why I like him either.

  There’s just something about the way he is with me, the way we are together, that makes me never want to leave his arms. I’ve only known him one night, but somehow, I felt more like myself than I have in ages. With other men, I always feel like I’m hiding a little bit, pretending to be into the things they're into, or I don’t know, somehow changing to make them like me.

  With Rawley, I’m…free. I’m so at ease, to be…me.

  He rouses, his eyes opening, catching me staring up at him. A sexy grin crosses his face. “Hey there. I thought you’d be long gone by now.” He leans down, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.

  I don’t want to go. Does he want me to leave? I should, though. I should go. I need to be a professional about this, and this was...this was only a temporary gig.

  And yet… I toss my hair over my shoulder, feigning the confidence of a legit escort. “My contract says twenty-four hours, so by my calculations you have me until eight o’clock tonight.”

  “How much for another twenty-four?”

  Wait a minute, he...likes me enough to have me another night?

  Uh oh. Run, my inner voice tells me. Warning!

  “Huh?” I sit up on my elbow, reading his face. Is he serious?

  “How much for another twenty-four hours?” He gives me a smoldering look that almost has me offering to pay him to keep me.

  “Ah…” I don’t want to take advantage of the opportunity, but he doesn't seem to mind paying. Still, I’m having the time of my life, I can’t expect him to pay me fifteen grand again. “How about…five?”

  “My God, girl. You’ve got to know your worth. First rule of business. Never lowball yourself.” His brow furrows, and he looks almost angry with me. “But you’re an escort, you’ve been working for a while now, right? You should know what Miranda charges for a second night.”

  Heat rises in my cheeks. If he knows I’m not an escort, and that this is my first time doing this, will he still want another night? It’s no use, I’m a terrible liar, and I don’t like dishonesty. “So, about that. I uh…yeah, I’m not actually an... experienced escort.” I cover my face with my hands, my hair falling into a curtain around me.

  He bends at the waist, sitting up. He frowns.

  “What do you mean?”

  The truth comes out in a rush.

  “I’m not really an escort at all.”

  His gorgeous, golden eyes look curiously at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

  “You’re not? But how were you available through Sugar Daddies then?”

  “I’m friends with Miranda’s sister, Lexi. I was a little short on cash this month, so Miranda kind of did me a favor by pushing me through. Said she had a one night request—I guess that was you—and would let me work just one night.”

  He just stares at me, a look of disbelief on his face.

  “How’d I do? I was crap, wasn’t I? You were the one giving me all the pleasure. I’ll give you your money back.” I grab the sheet, wrapping it around my body and go to leave the bed.

  Strong arms grab me, pulling me back.

  “Where do you think you’re going, little girl?” My skin flushes as he grips my upper arms, pinning me to him.

  Little girl.

  So the daddy thing isn’t over?

  My heart gives a stuttering leap.

  His mouth finds my ear, nipping at my lobe. “According to my contract, I have you for another twelve hours. And I plan on getting you to stay another twenty-four after that. And you weren’t crap, you were amazing. I should spank you just for saying that.”

  Zing. Okay, yeah, I’m totally ready for another round.

  He wants me. Even if I’m not a real escort, he still wants me. The knowledge is thrilling. A playful urge to tease him rises from my core. I sniff, turning up my nose, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “I don’t think so. I think I’m just going to get my coat and go home now.”

  “You have no shoes.” He nips my earlobe again.

  “I’ll go barefoot.”

  His tongue runs down my neck. “I’ll burn your coat in my fireplace.”

  “I’ll go naked.”

  He nips my collarbone. “Bad, bad girl. Mm, you are such a naughty little thing. What’s a big strong daddy to do with such a bad little girl? One who threatens to run down the street naked? Hmm?”

  I give a squeal, trying to wriggle from his arms. It’s no use, he’s too strong, his grip too tight. I fucking love it. “Let me go!”

  “No. You’re mine.” His mouth finds mine, kissing me hard, waking up my pussy, making it pulse and clench. “And it’s time you understand what that means.”

  He twists my naked body and I give a little shriek as he pins me to his lap. He holds my arm to my lower back and gives my ass a hard, stinging smack. “Tell me you’ll stay.”

  I give a giggle as the pain spreads over my ass cheeks. “No. I won’t. Now let me up!” I wriggle against him, my belly pressing into his cock. It stirs beneath me, pressing into me as it hardens.

  “Wrong answer.” He gives my ass another slap. “Try again.”

  “No way. I’m out of here.” I wriggle again, his erection growing as I wait for another delicious spank.

  But he changes the
game on me.

  “Fine. Then I guess I won’t get to do this.” His hand smooths over my ass. His fingers walk down the cleft of my cheeks, making me spread my legs.

  I give out a moan as he takes the pad of his finger and dips it, just barely, into my slick entrance, then runs it along my seam, circling my clit. Delicious tingles shoot through my body. “Oh daddy, do that some more.”

  “No. You’re being too naughty.” His finger is gone.

  My hips wriggle in earnest now and I beg. “Please, daddy, touch me. I’ll be good. I’ll stay until my contract is up.”

  He dips his finger in me, giving my clit another taste of his caresses. “Tell me you’ll stay another night, babygirl.”

  Babygirl. That name does something to me, hitting me right in my core. I have another day off until I’m due back at school…and the extra money would ensure I was taken care of till I get a paid residency.

  Plus, I want to stay.

  His finger teases me, dipping in and pulling out. “What do you say?”

  I let out a low moan. “I’ll stay, daddy.”

  “Good girl.” He takes his fingers from me, pulling me from his lap, laying me on the bed on my belly. He crawls over me, pulling my hair back from my shoulder and kisses my neck. His teeth nip at my flesh and arousal pools between my thighs.

  He’s parting my legs, wide, kneeling behind me. He lowers himself over me, pressing the head of his cock against my slick entrance. He lays down on top of me, careful to support his weight on his hands, and enters me slowly.

  He slides his cock inside me until it fills me. His skin is warm against mine and the feeling is incredible as he moves in and out. I rest my face on my hands, taking in every second, every movement.

  He moves so slowly, the pleasure builds like a wave inside of me. Every time his cock enters me all the way, his balls stroking my ass, he kisses my neck. Soon, my fingers are wrapped around the pillow, clutching it as I let out pretty little whimpers. Begging him to let me come. “Please, oh please, don’t stop.”

  And he delivers, stroking inside me with his cock until I’m tightening around him, my pussy locking onto him like a vice. I’m mewing like a kitten, calling his name as I come, the wave crashing to the shore in a burst of foam. “Oh, Rawley.”

  He gives a low moan as he chases down his own pleasure. “Babygirl. Damn, babygirl. You feel so good. You fit just right.” I feel his cock twitching inside me as it delivers his come, filling me and running out, hot and slick.

  Like he’s marking me as his own.

  Afterward, we shower together, our naked bodies tangled in a lather of soap suds. He washes my hair for me and the gesture melts me. He soaps my breasts, running his lathered hands between my thighs, then rinses me with the detachable shower head. When he moves to wash the suds from my pussy, he flashes me a devilish smile, turning the shower head pulse to high and holding it between my legs.

  It’s too much and I go to push it away, but he pins me to the wall, holding me there with one hand, holding the jet of water between my thighs with the other. “Be a good girl and come for daddy. I want to watch your face as you come.”

  His gaze is heavy on me and at first I’m shy and full of shame, but then the orgasm starts to come, hard and powerful, and I lose myself in it. I let my head loll back, my hands holding onto his shoulders like an anchor as I come in a shuddering burst from the warm, pulsing stream of water.

  “Good girl.” He kisses my lips, replacing the shower head to its hook over my head. “You’re so pretty when you come for daddy.”

  He towel dries my body, kissing every body part after stroking the towel over it. I’m in fucking heaven, being spoiled and pleasured, and I remember I’m supposed to be working. What can I do for him? “I feel like I’m the one who’s getting all the attention here.”

  “Let me. I like doing things for you.” He kisses me and takes my hand leading me to the bedroom. “Would you like to go out for breakfast?”

  As if on cue, my stomach growls. We laugh at the timing. “I would love that. I’m starving.” I glance around the room at the strewn about clothing from the night before and realize with horror—I’ve nothing to wear.

  Unless I go to brunch barefoot, naked, and wrapped in the coat I arrived in.

  He comes to the same realization. He looks at me. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. You get cozy under the blankets so you don’t get cold.”

  He likes to take care of people, I can tell, just by the way he is. And a little part of me likes that. Wants that. Craves it.

  “Whatever you say, daddy.” I hop in the bed, wrapping the warm comforter around my naked skin. Divine. He heads into the other room, phone in hand. I watch his perfectly sculpted ass as he walks away.

  I catch a few muffled words. Dress. Maybe a four? Boots. A size seven. He’s reading the tags on my shoes and clothing to guesstimate my sizes. Who is he calling and what is he ordering? Grabbing the remote, I flip on the tv and find a light, funny movie to watch while I wait. I snuggle down, deciding to let him take care of things.

  After all, he is the one who forced me to stay another night. I giggle, thinking of his fingers on me, the way he tortured me into committing to stay.

  “What’s so funny?” He returns to the room, leaning in the doorway.

  “Nothing.” My face heats, him catching me in my dirty thoughts.

  He goes to the closet and I watch with disappointment as he covers up his beautiful body with clothing. He slips on black boxer briefs that look sexy as hell against his tanned skin. Tan trousers, and a casual button-down shirt. I watch him button every button, looking like a hot daddy as he goes.

  When he’s dressed, he crawls across the bed to me, kissing my lips. I snuggle down into his chest and we watch the movie, laughing together as we wait for whatever he’s ordered to arrive.

  An hour later, there’s a knock on the door. He kisses the top of my head, slipping out from under me. “I’ll get it.”

  When he’s gone, my skin is instantly cooler. I miss him already, his warmth, his scent, the feel of his strong chest beneath my shoulder. I can hear him thanking someone, closing the door, then he’s back to me.

  Where he belongs.

  He’s holding armfuls of boxes and garment bags.

  “What have you got there?” As he lays out the clothing and opens the shoe boxes, I get serious Pretty Woman vibes. “Wait, what? Are these all for me?”

  “Well, they’re certainly not for me.” He gives me a smile, pulling out a red, wrap dress that ties in a bow in the front. “I want you to wear this. And these.”

  He hands me a long white box.

  It's heavy, and when I pull back the lid, I reveal the most beautiful pair of leather knee-high boots. They’re a deep brown and I reach out to stroke the leather. It’s silky soft, nothing like the cheap pleather ones I wore over here. These things must have cost a fortune. I look up at him in awe. “These…are for…me?”

  “Yes. It’s all for you to keep. I got your sizes from the things you wore here, so it should all fit. A little thank you present for staying.”

  A surge of happiness and gratitude flows through me. I put the box to the side and untangle myself from the covers. I hop off the bed and into his arms. “Thank you. That was so sweet of you.” I stand on tiptoe, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

  Is he…embarrassed? He looks away, a tight smile on his face. “It’s nothing.” He quickly snaps back, replacing his smile with a sexy grin and gives my bare ass a slap. “Now get dressed so we can feed you.”

  He turns on his heel, leaving the room.

  I miss him already.

  Silly Emmeline. Get yourself together, girl. He’s a fantasy. A one-time, two-night, knight in shining armor that’s going to drag you out of poverty, swipe the cobwebs from your vagina, and send you on your way dressed like freaking Kate Middleton.

  So, enjoy it, but keep your head in reality. In about thirty-four hours Prince Charming is going to send you on your m
erry way and chances are really good you’ll never see him again.

  I try to harden my heart, but now I’m opening a shiny white box. Inside is folded pink paper, and when I pull it back, there’s the most beautiful blush pink bra and panty set in my exact size. I slip it on, feeling beautiful in the fine silk and lace. I pull on the stockings that are folded in the bottom of the box. Shimmy myself into the wrap dress, pulling it just a bit tighter around the waist and knot it. I sit down on the bed, pulling the gorgeous boots from the box.

  Just like Cinderella, they’re a perfect fit.

  Oh, daddy.

  Taking a quick peek in the other boxes, I find more dresses, a pair of jeans, some casualwear, more bras, and panties. Altogether there’s more here than what I have at home in my closet. He’s been incredibly generous. I hope he thinks I’m worth it.

  I rake my hands through my hair, attempting to tame my damp locks. One glance in the mirror confirms I look as good as I feel. Shyness overcomes me as I prepare to step out into the living room where Rawley waits. Will he like it? Will he think I look pretty in this outfit he’s chosen for me?

  I step out into the living room. He’s sitting on the couch, legs spread, looking at his phone screen, his brow furrowed as if he's working on something.

  I clear my throat.

  He looks up. His face lights from within, making a warmth creep through my chest. He likes it. A lot.

  He pats his thigh. “Come here.”

  I walk over to him, the heels of my new boots sinking into the carpet. I perch myself on his thigh, careful not to wrinkle my dress. I wrap my arms around his neck.

  He gazes up at me. “You look stunning. Give me a kiss.”

  I lean down, kissing his lips softly. His hands stroke my hair, caressing my back.

  And my stomach lets out a loud growl, ruining the moment.

  I pull back, laughing, holding my hand over my empty belly. “I think I forgot to eat dinner.”