“There’s a reason none of my charity events are known to the public. It’s not for others to look at me, and swoon, or to try and do one better. This is me. This is who I am.”
“And deep down inside you’re a good person. You just don’t like people to see it.”
She patted his knee.
“Don’t feel sorry for me,” he said.
“I won’t. It helps me.”
“How?” He was confused now.
“I don’t want an asshole to be the father to my kid. You’ve proven to me that you have a heart. I’ve seen you at these events, Xavier. You have a heart, and you care. You’re going to make one hell of a dad. The truth is, I bet you’re one already.”
“I’m careful with the women I fuck.”
“I don’t mean that.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You’ve become something of importance to these boys. In a way, you’re like a father, or at least a very good uncle.”
He liked that. Parking up in his space, he linked their fingers together. “I don’t want you to be nervous about tonight. We’re not going to rush anything.”
“I know. I’m not afraid, Xavier. You’re not a bad guy.”
He may not be a bad guy, but he was a dirty one, and Anya was about to find out exactly how dirty he could be.
Chapter Five
Anya had been to his penthouse several times in the past. If he was ill, she’d come and work for him at his place so he never fell behind. She also prepared his meals, and actually took care of him.
This time, it was different. She carried an overnight bag with the intention of staying, of sleeping with him. Sex.
Xavier closed the door behind him, and she felt somewhat … aroused. She wanted this. Her tits were heavy, and her pussy slick. Licking her dry lips, she looked around his home. There wasn’t much to it, no artwork. Xavier liked things clean, and without any personal touches.
“I can take my bag.”
“I’ll take it.” He moved toward the bedrooms, and instead of putting it in the spare bedroom, he went straight through to his.
I’m about to have a baby with my boss.
Xavier Leigh is about to have sex with me.
Raw fucking, and everything combined.
He surprised her when he went to his closet, opened it up, and there already was a space for her. “We can put your stuff here.” He opened her case and started to hang her stuff in the right spots.
“I can do that.”
“Nearly all done.”
When he made to grab her underwear, she stopped him. It was bad enough that he was hanging up her clothes. Did he realize he was touching a size eighteen?
“You can remove your shoes if you want,” he said.
Feeling obliged to remove them, she stepped out of them, and stood. Bending down, she picked them up, and placed them in her spot in the closet.
“Right, dinner time,” he said.
So far everything was natural. Nothing rushed, and she found herself relaxing.
Entering his kitchen, she looked toward him. He’d taken a seat at the counter, and was watching her. “Anya, tonight I intend to fuck you so the only thing you’re thinking about is how good I feel deep in your pussy. This kitchen, my home, it’s yours. We’re going to be making a child anyway.”
“It just takes me a few minutes to get my bearings.” She took a deep breath, and reached for the fridge. This was her domain. She loved being in the kitchen. It was the one place in the whole wide world that actually offered her enjoyment away from him. There were many times over the weekends when she couldn’t make it back home, that she’d be on the phone to her mother, and they’d be cooking along together. She always enjoyed those moments.
“Still not learned to cook?” she asked.
“I don’t need to. I have good places that deliver. Also, my very sexy, very lovely PA knows a thing or two about cooking.”
Grabbing some ingredients out of the fridge, she got them both set on a chicken pasta with a salad on the side. Xavier didn’t offer to help, and she didn’t even ask him. They didn’t talk about anything important. In fact, Xavier got his laptop, and finished up some work while she cooked.