Bastard Boss(7)

Her hands were crossed in front of her body, and she was biting her lip.  Her cheeks were flushed, and her tits felt heavy, even to her. She  wasn't perfect. Her body was fuller, rounder. There was no flat stomach,  or smooth thighs. The last thing she resembled was a model.

"You're so beautiful," he said. He wrapped her hair around his fist, and pulled it to one side, kissing her neck.

She gasped, unable to keep the moan that escaped her lips.

"You make me want to fuck you right here, right now."

"Will you always tell it like you see it?" she asked.

"I don't know any other way. I'm not some prim and proper businessman,  Anya. I'm a man to the core. A man that knows what he wants and goes  after it. It's the only way I know. From nothing I forged a  multi-billion dollar empire, and I don't care what people think of me."  He kissed down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.

She closed her eyes as her body came to life at his caress. "Xavier."

"What?"

"We really need to get to work."

The hand on her hip moved up, cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple,  and they both cried out. "I can't wait to fuck you. To have you spread  open, and waiting for my dick, Anya. What the fuck have you done to me?"

"I've not done anything."

"Oh baby, you don't have a clue what you do to me." He pushed his cock  against her ass. "That's what you do to me. I'm so damn hard for you."  He whispered the words against her ear, and she couldn't look away. It  was so hypnotic.

She stood completely naked while he was fully clothed. What also  surprised her was how much taller he was than she was. He surrounded  her, making her feel small and somewhat dainty.

"I want to fuck you, Anya. I want to take you so fucking hard that every step you take you're thinking about me."

Anya whimpered.

"Would you like that? Imagine my cum spilling into your panties because  I've filled your delicious cunt." The hand on her breast traveled down,  and she didn't fight him as it dipped between her thighs. He teased her  clit, and she moaned, pushing against his hand. "I have a confession to  make, Anya. I love my sex fucking dirty. When I'm done, I love to taste,  and be covered in sex. Does that surprise you?"

"Yes."

"I want to watch as my cock fills your mouth, and spill my spunk inside. I'll wait until I'm ready, and see you swallow."

She couldn't believe how aroused she was getting by his words.

"You like that, don't you? Do you want to get dirty with me, Anya? To take what you want?"

"Please," she said.

"You want to come?"

"Yes."

"After today's appointment, I expect you in my bed, at my beck and call, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." He thrust two fingers inside her pussy, drawing them up to her  clit, and swirled his fingers across the nub. "So fucking wet. Come for  me, Anya. Come for your boss."

And she did. She shattered, screaming his name, and begging for more. He  took her over, held her as the arousal claimed her, and she simply gave  in to it.

"Trust me, baby. Give yourself to me, and I promise you, you'll want for nothing."

When her orgasm subsided he still held her, and she watched as he licked  his fingers, tasting her. "You'll be pleased to know that my penthouse  has a whole lot of mirrors, and I intend to put them to good use."

She closed her eyes, panting, sated, and completely confused.

Who was Xavier Leigh?



They were both completely healthy, and the doctor didn't see a reason  why they would have trouble conceiving. Xavier was damn happy about  that. He couldn't focus on work, and found his attention straying to his  natural red-headed PA. Anya had surprised him with her response  earlier, and he intended to enjoy every part of her.

When his staff started to leave at the end of the afternoon, his cock started to thicken at the possibilities for the night.

He'd been insistent this morning that he drive them both into work. She  didn't like it, but he wanted the chance to take her back to his place  tonight. Turning off his computer, and filing several contracts away as  he always did at the end of the day, he watched, and waited.

Anya flitted from the copy machine room, back to her desk, rushing all  around the floor. She took her job seriously, and he found it a turn-on  that she was doing it because she wanted to rather than trying to  impress him. Running a finger over his lip, he mourned the loss of her  scent.   





 

After he had made her come, she'd marched him into the bathroom, and washed his hands, her cheeks a nice shade of red.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she glanced toward him. She  quickly looked away and grabbed her jacket and bag. She had a small  overnight bag packed for this evening. It was a start. What she didn't  know was that that bag wasn't going back to her place, nor were the  clothes. Slowly, he'd move her in with him.

She stepped in the doorway. "How are you getting on?"

"I'm finished, waiting for you."

Her hands were shaking as she rubbed them together. "Do you want to go?"

"Yes."

"I would understand if you don't want to go through with this plan."

"We're going through with it." The more he thought about having a child  with her, the more excited he became. He wanted to be a father. In fact,  he wanted to be a father more than he wanted anything else.

She let out a breath. "Okay."

"What about you?" he begrudgingly asked. The last thing he wanted to do was give her a chance to leave, or to pull out.

"I'm okay." Her cheeks heated. "I can't deny how I feel."

No, she couldn't.

Neither could he.

"You're not alone."

He grabbed his jacket and his case. There was no such thing as leaving  work at work for him. He took it everywhere he went. This company was  his baby, and he intended to leave it to his son or daughter.

They went through the same motions, getting on the elevator. This time,  they weren't alone. A couple was talking about an upcoming public  charity event. Xavier liked to invest in charities, especially those  that helped children with disadvantages. It meant a great deal to him.  There was a time he had been such a child. So when people applied for a  job in his company, it was with the understanding that certain  …   sacrifices needed to be made.

Those sacrifices could be a huge bake off, held in the local campus  grounds or high schools. A dress up day where they were asked to be  creative and spend the day in a costume.

Whatever raised money, he was more than willing to do.

Every year during the summer, there was an event where all of his  colleagues had to vote on what they would want him to do in order to  earn money. One year he knew for a fact that Anya had pledged over a  hundred dollars for him to sit for an hour in a bathtub filled with  beans.

Whichever suggestion got the most votes and the most money, he would double the amount, and do the deed for a length of time.

It was a good cause, and for one day, he wouldn't be considered a bastard, or at least it was a little payback for them.

"Hello, Mr. Leigh," the woman said, noticing him behind her.

"Evening."

"Are you looking forward to the annual food event?"

"I am. This is a potluck, right?"

"Yes. You have been pledged to try a buffet blindfolded," the guy said, smirking.

"It's an interesting idea, and like I said, if it got enough votes, I will do it."

"It did," Anya said.

"I know." He winked at her. "It's all a bit of fun." Besides his  numerous charities, he was also creating a department that allowed for  possible sponsorship, and a chance of working in his company. This was  for high school graduates, and college applicants.

"Man, it's going to be so good," the guy said.

The elevator opened, and they left.

"Was it me or did that guy seem to have a little bit of an issue with me?"

"Maybe you're seeing things?"

"I don't know. That's not something you see." He shrugged. "I make a great deal of enemies."

"You were the one who built your reputation, even before I got here."

The elevator opened, admitting them into the parking lot. "I think it's a good incentive."

"I don't think you're all that bright though."

"Why?" he asked.

"You're a hard-ass boss, with a horrible reputation, and every year you  open yourself up to this. Now you're going to be trying food that could  be so damn nasty." She shuddered.

"Are you contributing?" he asked.

"Yes, but I'm not going to do anything nasty."

He shrugged. "It'll be good fun." At the back of his mind, he couldn't  help but be a little tense. He hoped it was going to be okay. Maybe some  vomit-worthy entries, but when he saw the suggestion on the board, he  made sure everything had to be at least edible. Nothing foul or awful.

Opening her car door, he waited for her to get inside before he buckled her in.   





 

"I do know how to get in the car."

"I know. I like doing it." Once he was behind the wheel, he didn't waste any time, and went straight toward his penthouse.