“You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I kind of do. This is so surreal to me. We’re about to make a baby together.” She took a breath, shaking her head, and trying to clear her thoughts. “Sorry, just a little crazy right now.”

“It’s good to be crazy.”

She chuckled. “I’m used to being me. Doing the sensible thing.”

“Sometimes you’ve got to learn to live on the edge.” He got to his feet, and she watched as he moved to his music collection, turning on a soft tune. “Come and dance with me.”

Getting to her feet, she walked toward him.

The music was soft, gentle, soothing. She found herself relaxing.

Standing in front of her, Xavier gripped her hip, tugging her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the action feeling totally natural to her.

“How do you make me feel so relaxed?”

“It’s a skill I’m working on.”

“I love it.” She smiled up at him. “Tell me something new about yourself. Something I wouldn’t know, or no one would know.”

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“Besides the fact I want a child?”

“Yeah.”

He thought for a few seconds. “I cannot recall a time when I was really happy.”

She frowned. “You’re a rich, successful businessman.”

“You ever heard the statement, money can’t buy happiness? It’s true. I’m happy, sometimes. It’s strange. I watch people go through their lives, seeming happy, and I have to wonder if they really are.”

“You actually feel stuff. Who knew?”

He chuckled. “Don’t get used to it. I don’t feel all that much.” He started to stroke her hope. “Tell me something about you.”

“I’ve never had a one night stand.”

“Never?”

“No. I’ve always been on a few dates with a guy first.”

“I’m not going to encourage you to start doing that.”

“I won’t. I’m not the kind who can.” Silence fell between them. It wasn’t awkward. She stared into his dark gaze, and wondered what he was thinking.

The hand on her hip moved behind her, pulling her closer. The hard length of his dick pressed against her stomach, and she didn’t need any second-guessing. He was rock hard, and she couldn’t think of a single reason not to give in.

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Her body was soft, and Xavier’s need for her was only getting stronger. They were moving fast, and yet he didn’t care. He didn’t give a shit about anything but getting her naked in his bed.

“I want you,” he said, growling the words out. Leaning down, he slammed his lips down on hers, and started to walk her back toward his bed.

This need had been growing inside him at least four years, maybe even longer, and it wasn’t going to let up. Not now, not ever.

Gripping her ass, he squeezed the flesh, and they both moaned.

Biting her lip, he kissed her hard, and pulled back.

“I want to fuck you so damn bad. You ever been fucked, Anya, fucked hard?”

“I think so.”

“Baby, if you have to think you have, you really haven’t.”

He pushed the door open, and released her long enough to grab the blouse she wore and tear it open.

Buttons sprayed across the room. Tugging his own shirt off, he spun her around, and removed the bindings that kept her hair locked in a bun at her nape. He fingered the long, dark red length. The strands were silky.

“You’re very bossy.”

“It’s all I know how to be.”

He pulled the strap of her bra down her arm, and she released a little gasp. Flicking the catch open, he let it fall.

Like he’d promised that morning, his bedroom had a lot of mirrors, and he didn’t need her to be standing to see exactly what belonged to him. Across his bed was a large mirror, and Anya was staring at him.

Her large tits filled his hands, and spilled over. The tips were a dark red, large, and begging for his lips.

Fingering the zipper of the skirt, he had it off her within seconds, and she stood there in a simple thong. The thong surprised him. Running his fingers up her thighs, he slid them between her ass cheeks, touching the thin piece of fabric.

“This, I like. In fact, I like it a hell of a lot. Bend forward.”