She cried out his name as her body seemed to answer to him and him alone. Shaking with her orgasm, Xavier slammed inside her, fucking her hard as they both found their completion within seconds. The hard pulse of his cock filled her with his orgasm, as her own ebbed away.
He collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him.
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 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.