When she put on her pants and was about to fasten her belt, I stepped in and helped her zip up and button them.
After buttoning up, there was still a gap around her waist, so I reached down from the waistband and touched her pussy through her underwear before letting go.
"Pervert! Even touch me when I'm getting dressed."
Catherine looked at me and shook her head helplessly.
"With your perfect pussy, I'll never get tired of touching it."
"Okay, enough talking. I really need to catch my flight. Can you help me pack my luggage? I need to do my makeup now."
"Of course, I'll pack your suitcase very neatly," I patted my chest confidently and assured her.
Catherine nodded and brought a large white suitcase from behind the door to place it in front of me.
She leaned in close to me and kissed the corner of my lips, "Thank you, dear."
"You're welcome, it's my pleasure to serve you."
I laid the suitcase flat on the floor, unzipped it, and spread it open.
Considering Catherine's fifteen-day business trip and the likelihood of being too busy to do laundry, I directly packed fifteen sets of business suits and two sets of casual sportswear into the suitcase, along with a total of fifteen sets of underwear.
I put in three sets of pajamas and four pairs of shoes for her—two high heels, one pair of slippers, and one pair of sneakers.
Lastly, I brought a set of toiletries from the bathroom and grabbed a makeup bag from the bedroom to stuff into Catherine's suitcase.
As I carefully arranged the items in the suitcase, suddenly a pair of pink, plump feet appeared before my eyes.
In my mind, the image of Catherine with her feet on my shoulders while I licked her hole flashed back, with her toes intertwined in a sexy and provocative manner.
My cock once again hardened involuntarily, but I forced myself to look up at Catherine with composure.
She had already applied delicate yet not heavy business makeup. Even with the foundation on her face, it couldn't hide the blush from being pounded by me. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, now adorned with bright lipstick, looked even fuller and more delicious.
A white scarf was added to her smooth neck, clearly to cover up the love marks.
Considering she had just started having sex and was still shy about it, she definitely didn't want others to know. I didn't want to push her either.
Anyway, someone would eventually see it when she took a bath at the hotel and changed into pajamas. I didn't believe she would wear a scarf when she was in pajamas.
"Put a few scarves in for me, and you can leave out some of the business suits. Five sets will do," Catherine said, looking down at me.
"Why?"
"Because my assistant will take them for dry cleaning. If there are too many suits, not only can't I wear them, but they may also get deformed due to compression over time, rendering them unusable."
"Alright." I nodded, took three scarves from the drawer, placed them in the suitcase, and removed ten sets of suits from it.
The remaining five suits were all very conservative, with buttons done up to the neck and the hems tucked into the high-end business suits.
As for the other suits with V-neck designs or larger collars, which were more revealing, I put them back in the closet.
Catherine immediately saw through my intentions and couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Do you really need to be so possessive? I'm going on a business trip, not meeting other men. Besides, my business partners are women who genuinely like men."
"Even so, there are too many bad men out there, and you're so beautiful. What if someone else, tempted by your beauty, approaches you or deceives you? I must prevent this problem from happening at its root."
"It's okay. I have three bodyguards accompanying me on every business trip, all agile and capable women. Don't worry."
Knowing that the people around her were all women, I felt relieved. But my possessiveness was strong. She was my woman now, and I didn't even want other men to look at her figure.
"Still, I have to be prepared. I don't like others looking at you."
After saying that, I firmly closed the suitcase, zipped it up, and lifted it off the ground.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the airport." I put my arm around Catherine and led her out of the dressing room.
Catherine grabbed her usual Dior bag from the shelf and followed me downstairs.
On the ground floor, she opened a door and led me down the stairs. The staircase was spacious and well-lit, and downstairs, there was a movie theater, a café, a karaoke bar, and a huge garage.
There were more than a dozen luxury cars parked in the garage, all new models from recent years, and each car was a different brand.
So this was the economic power of the top billionaire, showing me all the cars I would never see in my life.
"Which one do you like? Just take it and drive away."
Although this was a great deal for me, as a man, I definitely wouldn't accept that! No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't get past this in my mind.
"Are you looking down on me? Although I come from a humble background, I won't accept things from a woman for no reason."
"Don't get me wrong, I just want to give you a gift, as a token of our love."
"Even if it's a gift, the first gift in a relationship should be from me to you." I refused without hesitation.
Catherine couldn't persuade me, especially since she needed to catch her flight.
"Alright, but I really need to get to the airport now. Can you pick a car and drive me there?"
Since she knew she would be intimate with me last night and wanted to avoid being seen or disturbed by the driver, she had sent the driver back.
And with this rushed business trip, if the driver came from the company, it would be too late.
I reluctantly agreed and surveyed the cars in the garage, focusing on a white business car.
"Since I've just teased your pussy, a business car will be fine."
"Why add the former sentence?" Catherine looked at me helplessly and handed me the key to the business car from the transparent cabinet at the entrance. "Here's the key, you drive."