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.
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.”
“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.”
“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?”
“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?”
“After today’s appointment, I expect you in my bed, at my beck and call, do you understand?”
“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.