Bastard Boss(6)

She took a breath. "Fine."

Getting to her feet, she stood in front of him. Keeping his gaze locked  on hers, he caressed her knees, and slowly lifted her skirt up, helping  her straddle his lap.

"This feels  …  nice."

"Nice is good," he said.

His cock was ready to burst through the seam of his pants. He was so damn turned on, and she was only straddling his lap.

"How long has it been?" he asked.

"A long time."

"Really?"

"Yes, at least a year."

He hadn't been with someone in some time. Had this been happening to him  longer than he first thought? When he'd known Anya was going out on a  date, it had affected him. He had made life difficult for her, being a  complete bastard until she had to cancel several dates.

Running his hands up the back of her thighs, he couldn't help but love the fact she belonged to him.

Not yet.

Soon.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"You wouldn't like it if I told you."

She chuckled. "That makes me kind of scared."

"Nothing to be afraid of." He cupped her ass, squeezing the round cheeks, and moaning as he did. "You've got a really nice ass."

She giggled. "This is weird. I don't know much about you other than what I've learned about the company."

"Ask anything you want."

"Did you know you wanted kids when you were younger?"

"No. I didn't think I'd want them. I grew up in foster care. I wouldn't risk doing that."

"Oh, were foster homes rough?"

"Some were, some weren't. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It's  not just about dumping a load of kids in one place and hoping they  would get along."

"I don't imagine it is."

"How were your parents?"

"They were lovely. They only had me, and they had me quite late. I love them. They support me in every single decision I make."

"And you told them about me?"

"Yeah, I did."

"And?"

"They are happy about it. If I'm happy then they are happy. They want grandkids."

Her parents were going to get the biggest gift basket in the world as far as he was concerned.

"How is this little experiment supposed to work?" she asked.

He sank his fingers into her hair, and pulled her down. Locking his lips  against hers, he closed his eyes, moaning. Her hands went to his  shoulders, her nails sinking into the fabric of his shirt. Caressing  down her back, he pulled her shirt out from the top band of her skirt.  He didn't break from the kiss once, sliding his tongue across her lips,  opening her up.

"Fuck, baby, you're so damn hot," he said.

"This isn't happening."

"Oh, it is. Tell me you're not wet. Tell me you don't feel this, too, and I'll leave. I won't ask you again."

She whimpered. "I can't. I want to say I don't care, but I can't."

He slid his other hand underneath her skirt, and touched her panty  covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her arousal.  Her panties were soaking wet.

"This is evidence that we're going to be good together." He took one of  her hands, and placed it against his cock. "That's what you do to me,  and you've been doing that to me for a long time."

She rubbed his cock and at the same time, kissed him back, the passion inside her bursting out.

He moved her panties aside, and slid a finger through her slit, stroking  her clit. Circling the hard bud, he moved down, thrusting a finger into  her core.

"Yes, yes, feels so good," she said, muttering the words against his lips.

"I'm only just getting started."

Anya opened up his pants with one hand, working his dick as she wrapped  her fingers around his length. That simple touch took the pleasure to  another level. Never had he felt so fucking turned on by a woman.  Usually they acted coy, or the other extreme was that of a fake porn  star. Anya was wet, she was aroused, and her hand on him wasn't about  blackmailing or trying to get shit from him.

"You're so big," she said.

He shoved her hair aside, fingering her pussy at the same time.  Thrusting two fingers within her cunt, he ran his thumb across her clit,  watching the arousal build and heighten within her gaze.

"Please, please, please," she said, gasping.   





 

"Do you want to come? You want to come all over my fingers?" he asked.

"Yes, God yes."

He wasn't going to last much longer. With the way they were behaving it  was like they were a couple of kids rather than adults, making out on  their parents' sofa.

"Come for me, baby. Come all over my fucking fingers." The one thing he  loved about sex was how dirty it could be. He wanted it to be dirty with  Anya. Every dirty little fantasy or secret she possessed he intended to  live out.

She wouldn't find anything anywhere else.

He would become her everything.


Chapter Four



Waking up the following morning, Anya stared in her mirror. Last night  was a little bit of a haze. She couldn't believe what they had done. Her  pussy was a little tender from his fingers, it had been so long. She  also didn't own a vibrator or a dildo. Not only had Xavier gotten her  off last night, she had gotten him off as well.

Letting out a breath, she grabbed her toothbrush, and kept on staring at  her face. Nothing seemed to have changed. She was the same woman. Only  now she had agreed to have her boss's baby.

"It's nothing," she spoke the words around the toothbrush, releasing a sigh.

Anya had gotten off, and so had Xavier. He'd finished his hot chocolate,  and then left. They hadn't discussed the finer points of their  arrangement.

A sudden bang on her apartment door had her gasping. Spitting out the  toothpaste and saliva, she made her way toward the door, and checked  through the peephole.

Frowning, she opened it up, and found Xavier already there. He was  dressed for work while she was still in her pajamas. "What are you doing  here?" she asked.

"I realized we didn't actually do any talking. Not that I'm complaining.  I loved the whole fucking thing, and will gladly do it all day, every  single day." He brushed past her. "I got us a lunchtime appointment with  a doctor. He's going to check us both out. Make sure we're healthy, and  then we're good to go. Also, we have a date at the end of the week for  our wedding."

"Wow," she said, closing the door. "You move really fast."

"I don't see a reason why we should wait. Last night proved that we've  got what it takes. Now, the rest is up to us. Pack a bag. You're staying  with me tonight."

"Wait, what?"

"I know. I can't believe I didn't think of it before. Pack a bag, and  you can come to my apartment. Do you rent this place out, or do you pay a  mortgage?"

"I'm paying for it."

"Don't worry, we can sell it, and you don't need to worry about another place. You've got mine."

"Xavier, stop!" She held her hand up. Her hand was shaking. He was  taking over her entire life, and all she had done was agreed to be the  mother of his child. "I'm not ready for us to take that next step."

"You're going to be the mother of my child."

"I know, but before we move on to  …  that. Don't you think it would be  fair that even as we're taking the next step, we have time to pace, to  enjoy what we're going to create?" she asked.

Xavier was a good man in his heart, for the most part. However, she  wasn't under any illusions concerning him. He was an asshole, had a  reputation for being a bastard, and even though she loved working for  him, there were times she would disappear to the ladies' room to scream  at him. Of course, he didn't know she was screaming, which always made  the screaming that little bit harder.

"I don't see why we should wait."

"You're taking over, and I can't stand that right now."

She moved past him, but he stopped her by catching hold of her arm. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get changed, and get ready for work. I'll go to your doctor's appointment, but tonight I'm coming home."

She pulled out of his hold, and slammed her bedroom door.

Grabbing her suit, she removed her pajamas, and bent down to pull some panties on. "This is ridic-"

"Get out! I'm naked."

He stopped talking, and she tried to cover herself up.

Xavier moved up behind her back. "I'm going to see you naked soon."

"Not like this." She was so angry, but the moment his hands were on her,  she lost all sense of anything other than need. Damn her body. Her  pussy grew slick remembering the way he'd touched her, fingered her,  brought her to orgasm.

"All I know is charging ahead. You want me to slow down, I'll slow down."

"We may not get pregnant right away. I like my life here, and if you  annoy me, I like the thought of coming home, and having my own space."   





 

His fingers gripped her hips, and the whole of his body pressed against  her back. Glancing across the room at the full-length mirror she kept to  make sure she looked presentable, she saw them both together.

"We look good," he said.