“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.”