Bastard Boss(16)

She wanted to make a family with him, to give him everything that he had missed out on as a child.

When her parents had gone to bed, that hadn't stopped Xavier from coming  to her room. The days were spent with her parents where he was the  perfect son-in-law. The nights, they belonged to them, and Xavier made  every single one of her dreams come true. It wasn't dirty, hard, rough  sex. Those two nights they stayed at her parents-they didn't leave until  Monday morning-Xavier made love to her. There was no dirty talk. It had  been beautiful, and she felt a connection to him that went far deeper  than sex.

Licking her suddenly dry lips, she rounded her desk, and got on with  work. The day wore on, and with it being a Saturday, everyone was gone  by two. Xavier was working harder. She knew he was putting in longer  hours as she stayed with him. He wanted to make sure he was able to  spend as much time with Logan when they got him home.

Their apartment was already prepared for him, the spare bedroom being set up for everything a ten-year-old boy would want.

They were always on the hunt for a house outside of the city. By five  o'clock, they were the only two in the building, and Xavier came out of  his office. She sat up, stretching out her back, and giving a little  moan as she did.

"I didn't expect to be this long."

"It's okay. I've caught up on all the work, and besides, what's a  Saturday without having to work overtime? Maybe I should ask my boss for  a raise," she said.

"Come here," Xavier said.

Getting to her feet, she made her way toward him. He reached out, taking hold of her hip, and tugging her close.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just realized that I've spent most of today without you near."

"I heard a lot of yelling over the phone."

"A competitor is trying to buy out something that I want. He's making  several tempting offers, but I won't let him take what's mine by lying. I  don't believe in that shit."

"My man, always doing the right thing."

"You don't think I should?"

"No, I do. I guess I'm just so proud of the fact you won't be bullied into doing something you don't want to do."

"It's not something I agree with. If you're going to buy out a company,  and sell it off piece by piece, then be honest about it. I want to make  this company thrive. It's an old bakery company that went under during  the last financial crisis. They're struggling, and I know I can help  them."

She cupped his cheeks, smiling up at him. "Then do what you think is right." She pressed a kiss to his lips.

He gripped her ass, squeezing.

Anya let out a squeal as he picked her up, and walked back toward his desk. "What are you doing?" she asked, laughing.

"Something I've been thinking about doing all day."

"You've been in meetings all day."

"You don't think I've looked through the glass, and been tempted by you?" he asked.

She licked her lips, staring up at him. "No, I don't. Maybe you should show me."

He placed her on the edge of his desk, and ran his hand toward the edge  of her skirt. He pushed it up. Lifting her ass off the desk, she helped  him move the skirt past her panties. She cried out as he tore them off  her body, pocketing them. Ever since she'd been with him, she had lost  more panties because of his need to take them from her.

"I don't think I can have too many more panties go missing."

"Put it on my bill." He captured her face, and slammed his lips down on  hers, making her moan with the kiss that he gave her. He devoured her  lips, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, and making her belong to  him. This man owned her heart. It didn't matter how many times she tried  to deny it. The truth was, Xavier had gotten inside her heart a long  time ago.   





 

Probably from the first moment that she realized he cared. Xavier had so  much love inside him. One day, she hoped that he could love her with  that kind of fierceness.

"This isn't going to be nice," he said, opening his belt buckle.

"I don't want it to be nice."

He shoved his pants down, revealing his rock hard cock. Tipping her back  on the desk, she cried out as he found her pussy, and slammed deep  inside her. There was nothing nice about it. He was hard, and he took  her with a passion that surprised her.

Xavier tore open her shirt so that buttons flew all over the office. He  tugged her tits out of the cups, and pinched her nipples.

"Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you do to me."

"I've got an idea." She screamed his name as he swiveled his hips, and plunged deep inside her.

Reaching between them, she fingered her clit, watching as it drove him  crazy. Xavier loved it when she took charge of her own orgasm, making  him feel when she came. He didn't make her wait for long as he started  to pound inside her, going deeper than ever before.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He pumped inside her, spilling his cum. At the same time, she found her own release, echoing his name over again.

When it was over, the only sounds in the office that could be heard was that of his panting.

"I booked us a restaurant," he said, breaking the silence. "And I bought you a dress."

"You didn't need to do that."

"I know I didn't need to. I want to."

He kissed her lips, and she couldn't help but smile. She was with him because she wanted to be as well.



Xavier watched as Anya kissed Logan's cheek, wrapping him up in his new  jacket. Each time they brought him back to the foster home, the harder  it was to leave him behind. There had been a snag with the adoption, but  Shannon was dealing with it. There had to be an assessment done on  Logan to make sure he wanted to live with them.

Their backgrounds had come back fine, and Shannon assured him it was  just down to paperwork. One department needing to talk to another, and  rather than phone calls, they had to do it in paper. He was used to  problems like this.

Logan threw his arms around Anya, holding her close.

She was so beautiful, and she took his breath away. They had been  together for a little over a month now. A month of being married, and he  loved her even more.

Shannon nodded at him, taking hold of Logan's hand as Anya came back to him.

"I hate this. I hate leaving him."

"We'll have him soon. I've already got my lawyers working on speeding up  the process." He handed her some leaflets of houses they still had to  look at. Logan had come with them in the morning to see some of the  properties that they were interested in. Most of the places were too  superficial, and wouldn't welcome a child.

Xavier was looking for something spacious, that screamed for children to have fun, laugh, and enjoy life.

Climbing behind the wheel, he headed out of the city, driving for over an hour until he got to the next house.

"‘A beautiful house fit for a family who are looking to get away from  the city. Its quaint location allows for the owners to bask in a  peaceful life.' Sounds interesting."

"Those little slogans are designed to make people buy them."

"Very true. That cube mansion. Perfect for an artist type who likes to defy the conventional," she said.

"Ha, if you ask me the guy was just allergic to anything with a circle."

She started chuckling, and he loved the sound.

Pulling up outside a large security gate, Xavier sighed.

"Give it a chance. Think about it, a gate is security. We won't worry about Logan's safety."

They were admitted by the realtor, and Xavier pulled up outside of the house. Only the realtor was waiting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Leigh, welcome," he said, shaking their hands.

"Andrew," Xavier said.

"Where's the little man?" Andrew asked.

"We had to drop him off. He was getting too tired," Anya said.

None of them wanted to say that Logan was currently in foster care.

"It's a shame. I have a feeling he'd love this one."

Taking Anya's hand, Xavier followed Andrew inside.

The moment they set foot inside, it screamed home to him. The door  closed, and Andrew went on, talking nonstop about the previous owners.  The overall love in the house was easily seen.

Xavier loved the place.

The kitchen was up to date, with modern appliances, and he saw Anya  standing behind the counter, heavily pregnant with Logan beside her. It  was a scene that he'd pictured many times growing up. She had stepped  out of his dreams, and helped to make them a reality.   





 

Once they were upstairs, he saw their bedroom, and there were four other  bedrooms. They picked out Logan's room, and then he saw the room he  could make into a nursery.

"It's perfect," she said.

"It is."

By the time they got to the garden, with the tree house, swing, and barbecue pit, he was sold.

"I'll take it."

Andrew paused. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure. We both want it. Make the arrangements. I'll pay the asking  price, plus extra if they need it." He tugged Anya to him. "We have a  house."

"We do."

He slammed his lips down on hers, and everything else faded away. All of his dreams, they were coming true.

"Let's go to dinner."