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  I’ve just had sex with my boss.

  This was not some drunken one night stand.

  This was real.

  This was for a baby.

  Holy crap, that was the best sex of my life.

  Seconds passed, maybe even minutes, she didn’t know. All that she did know was she liked his weight on top of her. The way he had her pinned was something she could get used to.

  He started to move, grabbing a pillow, and resting it beneath her ass.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  Xavier didn’t pull out, but he got her to lift her ass up as he placed a pillow beneath her. “I want us to not take chances.”

  Slowly, he pulled out of her, the angle of the pillow leaving her exposed. Heat filled her cheeks as he sat back on his heels and stared between her open thighs. When she made to close them, he gripped them, keeping them open. “You’ve got no idea how damn pretty you look filled with my spunk. I can see it inside you. Right now you’re so open. We could have made a baby today.”

  His words shouldn’t have turned her on, but they did. He caressed her thighs, massaging the tender muscles that hadn’t been used in some time.

  “You’re embarrassed?”

  “You’re staring right at it.”

  Anya gasped as not only did he stare, he slipped a finger inside her, pulling it out, and swirling around her clit.

  “I think it’s fucking hot.”

  She gasped, arching up. It was too soon after her last orgasm, and her whole body was already on pleasure overload.

  He chuckled, and sat back, massaging her muscles once again.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said.

  “I can. That, baby, was the best sex of my life.”

  “To make a baby.”

  “Do you really think I’m only going to stop for a baby?”

  “Are you wanting to wait to see if tonight we were lucky?”

  “Hell no. I want a kid, but that, I want it just as much.” He moved from between her legs, lying beside her, cupping her cheek, and turning her to look at him. “You can’t tell me that once was enough.”

  “I’ve never felt like that before. I’ve never done those things before.”

  She went to turn her head but was caught with the mirror above the ceiling. This was how turned on he’d made her. She hadn’t even caught sight of the mirror on the ceiling. “You really weren’t kidding around about seeing everything, were you?”

  “The room speaks for itself. I’ve been with a lot of women. I told you I wouldn’t lie to you. I love sex. The moment you agreed to this, Anya, those women, they no longer have a place in my life, but I love to fuck. I love to fuck dirty, hard, and anywhere I like.”

  “You expect me to provide that for you?”

  “We both get something out of it. You can’t deny that you enjoyed it. It was fucking hot, and worth every second of the last four years.”

  She glared at him. “What are you trying to say?”

  “I’m saying that watching your hot ass walking around hasn’t been the easiest thing in the world to do. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you? Bend you over my desk, and fuck you so hard that the entire office knows that you belong to me.”

  “That would be very inappropriate.”

  “I happened to like the office spreading gossip that you belonged to me, and only me. It meant everyone else stayed away from you.”

  “You were that possessive?”

  “Baby, don’t even get me started on how hard it was for me to watch you to go on those dates. I remember you coming out of the bathroom all dressed up, and it was hard to let you go. There were so many times I wanted to follow you, to show you what a real man was like.”

  “You’re that man?”

  “I’ve got you in my bed, sated. I’d say I’m a better shot than anyone else.”

  She smiled. Anya couldn’t help but like the thought of him wanting her, or even his possessive thoughts. She wasn’t used to men seeing her like that, wanting her, needing her.

  Xavier gripped her hip, squeezing it.

  “When do I get to meet your parents?” he asked.

  “Soon. Mom and Dad, they will have a lot of questions for you. Kind of scary questions as well.”

  “Tell me these scary questions.”

  She licked her lips, remembering that he didn’t have any real parents. “Okay, they’ll ask if you care about me, what you would do to keep me safe and loved. If you actually loved me. What your plans were for the future.”

  “We’re getting married within the next week.”

  “I know. I was thinking that’s how you could answer. They won’t be so hard on you.” She was going to be married to Xavier Leigh, but the biggest problem was she wanted to keep it a secret.

  Being with him excited her, yet it made her nervous. He was wealthy, and she wasn’t. It was as simple as that.

  The hand on her hip moved up her body to cup her breast. He pinched the nipple, making her moan.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.

  “I’m starting to get the idea.”

  “Fuck, baby, your body. It’s a dream, and you turn me on. You’ve got no idea.”

  Glancing down at his rock hard length gave her an idea of exactly how turned on he was.

  “I know it has been some time. Are you ready for round two?”

  Staring into his eyes, Anya felt a stirring. It was only small but it was there, and she didn’t understand it. This was only going to be an arrangement between the two of them, and yet, it was there. He made her ache. He made her yearn for him. This wasn’t going to be as simple as a quick fuck for kids.

  No, Anya feared that she was going to start to fall for Xavier.

  She hoped if it happened, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

  After all, he was only a bastard in the office.

  ****

  One glorious week had passed. Xavier stared out of his office window, and couldn’t keep the smile from his face. He was married, and slowly, he was moving Anya into his place. Their wedding hadn’t been a big deal. No white dress, no flowers, no guests. Like Anya wanted, they’d gone down to the courtrooms during a break, and simply gotten married, signed the paperwork, sealed it all up, and he’d placed a ring on her finger. It had to be one of the coldest moments of his life. Then he recalled Anya’s smile, and nothing had been cold about that day. They all had to make sacrifices, and she was giving up her life to be with him.

  There had been a few minor setbacks. She didn’t want anyone to know that he was married in the office, so the ring he wore was around his neck attached to a necklace. Anya wouldn’t wear her ring either, which pissed him the fuck off. She belonged to him. They were in the process of making a baby together, and they were husband and wife. It would only be a matter of time before it got out, and then she would have to face everyone.

  They had also set a date for him to meet her parents. Another week to go, and he would know a little more about Anya. Spinning around, he found her talking to the lady who took the letters, Lottie. For some strange reason Anya believed it was good of him to remember colleagues’ names, or in his case, employees’ names. He didn’t really care to remember every single name in his employ. There were so many. He treated them well, and if they fucked up, he made sure they knew it. Growing up in foster care, he was always told when he was doing wrong, when he was fucking up. It didn’t stop him.

  In fact, he got stronger, he got better, and when everyone else was praising someone else, he speared ahead. Life was a competition, one he always intended to win.

  Getting to his feet, he made his way out the door.

  “I had a great weekend, thank you. My husband took me out for a romantic dinner. Well, I thought it was romantic. We went for a picnic out near our old football field.”

  “That sounds perfect,” Anya said, smiling.

  He was blown away with that smile. Rarely did she smile at hi
m.

  “Morning, ladies,” he said, alerting them to his presence.

  The smile disappeared from Anya’s gaze. Lottie looked flustered. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll just be taking these letters.”

  “It’s Lottie, right?” he asked.

  “Yes. Yes, sir, it is.”

  “Great to finally meet you. Anya talks so highly of you.”

  “I come to the floor every single day,” Lottie said.

  He held his hand out for her to take. She looked at him like he was going to bite. Quickly, she shook his hand, and made her escape.

  “Why did you have to do that?” Anya asked, turning toward him.

  “What?”

  “Make her nervous. She probably thinks she’s out of a job now.” Anya shook her head, and pulled out a file. “You have three appointments—”

  “Baby, where have you been?”

  Xavier turned in time to see Becky throwing her arms around him. Anya’s desk phone had been ringing constantly, and she now took the distraction to pick it up.

  Becky’s grip was a damn nightmare, and he tried to pull her off. He’d seen the look in Anya’s eyes. She was … gutted.

  “She’s here, thank you, Martha.” She put the phone down, and he saw her eyes were a little teary. “Sir, Becky is here to see you.”

  Before he could say anything, Anya turned on her heel, and left.

  What the fuck?

  “Have you missed me?” Becky asked.

  “I kicked your ass out of my office. Why are you back here?”

  “Don’t be so silly. I know you were only joking around, and it was so funny. Let’s be serious, you want me. I remember all the amazing times we had, and how much you loved being inside me.”

  This was the kind of woman he’d been fucking. He felt sick to his stomach, and he wasn’t happy with how Anya had left him. He was pissed off, angry even. She was his wife, dammit. He’d done everything in his power to make her happy, and she just got up, and walked off.

  Becky tried to wrap her arms around him again, and he became aware of people watching.

  “Get out of my office,” he said.

  She rolled her eyes. This woman was a psycho. He didn’t trust her, and more importantly, he had to go to Anya. She’d looked so damn sad and upset. He had to go and protect her.

  “You always play hard to get. If you’re embarrassed, don’t be. They all know that you want me.”

  “I don’t.” Grabbing the phone from Anya’s desk, he called security.

  The change in Becky was instant. “I’m pregnant.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “I am. I’m pregnant with your baby.” She cupped her stomach.

  “I haven’t slept with you in a long time, Becky. This is harassment, and I will get a restraining order. That won’t look good for your agent.” The only reason he’d dated Becky was because her agent happened to be a good friend, who asked him to. Xavier was done doing good deeds. Becky was a spoilt brat, used to getting what she wanted, and when she didn’t, she threw a fit.

  “When you were drunk, that’s when you slept with me.”

  Xavier burst out laughing. “Don’t even try to use that tactic, Becky. When I’m drunk I can’t even get it up. That baby you’re carrying is not mine, if you’re even carrying a baby.” He wouldn’t put it past her to try to lure him into bed to get what she wanted.

  Security appeared seconds later, and when he was sure they would deal with it, he went in search of Anya. He found her in the copy room, standing at the machine. Papers came out of one end.

  She glanced behind her, and her eyes grew wide. “I thought you’d be busy.”

  “I’m actually taken, babe. I got married over the weekend to a pretty good woman.”

  “Enough, Xavier. People can hear.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what they hear.” He entered the copy room, and closed the door. The blinds were down in the room, and Anya sighed, turning around. This moment was clichéd as fuck, but he wanted her. Damn it, his cock was rock hard, tenting his pants.

  “I don’t want everyone to know our business. It’s not important to you like it is to me,” she said. “I had to deal with it when you hired me. I’m lucky I get some respect now.”

  “I hear anyone bitch about you, say horrible shit, and I would end them, Anya. Tell me who says anything, and that would be it, done.”

  “It’s not that simple.”

  “Yeah, it really is. You don’t have to make a big deal out of nothing.”

  “She’s the first one of many. You’ve not lived like a monk.”

  “Neither have you.”

  “I don’t have men coming to work to claim me, Xavier.”

  “If they did, I wouldn’t walk away,” he said. “I’d stay by your side, letting them know exactly who you belong to.” He advanced into the room. Standing in front of her, he sank his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her neck. Pulling her close, he slammed his lips down on hers, and they both moaned. The hands on his chest started to push him away. He fought her until she ran them up, sinking into his hair. With his other hand, he cupped her ass, kneading the flesh. He’d been inside her this morning, and it still wasn’t enough. He needed her again. Picking her up, he placed her on top of the copier, and tore at her panties until they snapped.

  “What if someone comes?” she asked.

  “Oh, there will be people coming. Both of us.” He spread her open, feeling her wetness. Groaning, he pulled his cock out of the open zipper, found her entrance, and slid home.

  He covered her mouth to soften the sounds. “We don’t want anyone to hear.”

  Her eyes grew wide, and her pussy spilled more of her cum over his dick. She was so responsive, so wild. He just knew that none of her wildness had ever been explored. His Anya was the one that had always been overlooked.

  Pulling out of her pussy, he slid back inside, thrusting hard.

  “When I get you home tonight, I want you on your knees, ready to take my dick.” He pounded inside her, getting her more aroused about what he had planned for when they got home. “When you’ve taken my cum in your mouth, and I’ve seen it there before you swallow it down, I’m going to lick your pussy, get you ready for another wave of cum.”

  She met his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his waist as he fucked her hard, taking what he wanted. He paused in his thrusts, reaching between them to flick her clit.

  Xavier wasn’t about to find his release before she did. She was going to come, come hard, and he was going to enjoy it.

  “You like this, don’t you? The risks, the chance of getting caught. I don’t care if someone walks in. I hope it’s a guy. That way they will know that you belong to me, and no one has a chance with you. Your body is mine.”

  You want her heart.

  Xavier gritted his teeth, trying to cut off the yearning that had started from the first moment he thrust inside her.

  Anya came, spilling her cream all over his cock. When the orgasm started to subside, he thrust inside her, going deep, claiming her as his own.

  He pressed his face into her neck to stop himself from crying out. The pleasure of her body made it even harder for him to leave her alone. She was fucking heaven.

  Spilling his cum inside her, he pressed a final kiss to her lips.

  This wasn’t going to end with one child, or even with two. Anya had always been a dream to him, a pleasure that he never thought he’d find in a woman.

  “Becky is gone,” he said. “Every single woman that came before means nothing to me. All there is, is you.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Please tell me he’s a meat eater?” her mother, Emma, asked.

  “Yes, Xavier likes meat.” Anya sat outside of the office building, eating a sandwich. Xavier was on a very important conference call. She made sure he had some lunch, and decided to eat hers outside on one of the walls, watching the hustle and bustle of the city life go by.

  “Good, good. I have no problem
with people being vegetarian, or whatever they want to call it. Just not for me. A meal is not a meal without some meat.”

  “There are a lot of people who will disagree. I like vegetarian food. You should make the lasagna. Amazing.”

  She heard her mother’s scoff. “Can you imagine me feeding Harold a vegetarian lasagna?”

  “Nope. Dad wouldn’t talk to you for weeks.”

  “Now that you say that, I may just make it for him.”

  Anya started laughing. Her mother and father loved each other very much. “How much does he know of … my arrangement?”

  “He knows everything, sweetie. You know I don’t keep things like that from your father.”

  Anya groaned. “That’s not good.”

  “I don’t lie to my husband. I love your father very much. How does this whole thing work for you?”

  “We’re trying for a baby. We’re going to make it work together.”

  “Do you like him?”

  “Most of the time. He’s not a bad guy. Yeah, he has his moments of being an asshole, but don’t all guys?”

  “Your father’s annoyed that we didn’t get invited to your wedding.”

  “No one did. It was done in a courtroom. Documents sealed, nothing fancy.” There was no elaborate dress. They had both been dressed for work. It had been an office day. In the morning she went in as Anya Miller, PA. When she returned she was Anya Leigh, PA. Strange even to her.

  “We wanted fancy for you.”

  “I’m not the kind of person to appreciate it.”

  “Okay, well, how about him making you happy? Does he make you happy?”

  “Yes, he does.” She wasn’t going to go into detail of the ways that Xavier made her happy. Spending so much time with him over the past week, she’d started to see the little things. It wasn’t just about the boys he helped in foster care. He loved them, and his cause, making sure he did everything for them. Late one night, he’d been making love to her when his cell phone rang. It hadn’t been his work phone. He owned a special cell for emergencies only. After he finished making love to her, they had gone in search of a boy who hadn’t come home.

  They’d found the kid alone at a park, crying. Her heart had broken for the little boy who had found out that his mother had moved on, and wasn’t coming back for him.