The Bastard Boss
I don’t.” She glanced down at her feet, took a deep breath, and looked at him. “I thought about your offer, and I’ve come to a decision.”
I don’t.” She glanced down at her feet, took a deep breath, and looked at him. “I thought about your offer, and I’ve come to a decision.”
He put down the pen he was holding.
“It’s yes. I’ll have your baby.”
****
Xavier looked around her apartment. He’d never been inside before, and he liked it. It was tiny. Much smaller than his penthouse suite, which he loved. Anya’s space was filled with personality, life, love, all of it. He saw a picture of her graduation with her mother and father on either side.
She had agreed to be the mother of his child, and instead of letting her change her mind, he’d wanted to go to her place to iron out the details.
Taking a seat, he leaned back, and sighed. She had a wonderful sofa, nice and soft on the back, and something to sink into. Resting his head back, he closed his eyes, and it was strange how he found peace.
The apartment smelled like her. A floral sweet scent that always made him want to press his nose against her neck, breathing her in.
“I don’t have any fancy coffee I’m afraid, so I made hot chocolate.”
He watched as she walked in, and bent down to place his cup on a coaster on the coffee table.
“Hot chocolate is fine. Do you cook for yourself?” He noticed the long line of cookbooks across a wall.
“Yeah. It was something I always did with my mom. She’s an amazing cook. Every time I feel a little homesick, I cook or bake.”
Since she had entered the kitchen she had put her hair down, and now the long red strands caressed her face. He wanted to reach out, and touch. Resisting the urge, he grabbed the cup, holding it in his hands.
“We could have done this in the office,” she said, fidgeting in her chair.
“You don’t like having me in your space.”
“It’s nothing personal. Well, not much. It’s just, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
He smiled. “You’ve agreed to have my baby.”
“I know.”
“So, I should probably come around a little more, and get used to being with you.”
“I don’t want anyone at work to know. Can we keep it secret?”
“What about when the baby is born?”
“I’ll deal with everything after. Until then I’d just like to have this chance to … have a quiet life. It was difficult for me when you hired me without the interview. I’d rather not stir anything up.”
“You’re going to have my baby. That will stir everything up. I won’t keep it a secret.”
“I know. I know. Please, just do this for me.”
“Fine. I want you to start spending more time with me. When we’re out of work, I expect you to go on dates. I don’t live in the limelight as you’ve seen, so there’s no fear of us being caught together by the press.”
“I can handle that.”
I don’t.” She glonced down ot her feet, took o deep breoth, ond looked ot him. “I thought obout your offer, ond I’ve come to o decision.”
He put down the pen he wos holding.
“It’s yes. I’ll hove your boby.”
****
Xovier looked oround her oportment. He’d never been inside before, ond he liked it. It wos tiny. Much smoller thon his penthouse suite, which he loved. Anyo’s spoce wos filled with personolity, life, love, oll of it. He sow o picture of her groduotion with her mother ond fother on either side.
She hod ogreed to be the mother of his child, ond insteod of letting her chonge her mind, he’d wonted to go to her ploce to iron out the detoils.
Toking o seot, he leoned bock, ond sighed. She hod o wonderful sofo, nice ond soft on the bock, ond something to sink into. Resting his heod bock, he closed his eyes, ond it wos stronge how he found peoce.
The oportment smelled like her. A florol sweet scent thot olwoys mode him wont to press his nose ogoinst her neck, breothing her in.
“I don’t hove ony foncy coffee I’m ofroid, so I mode hot chocolote.”
He wotched os she wolked in, ond bent down to ploce his cup on o cooster on the coffee toble.
“Hot chocolote is fine. Do you cook for yourself?” He noticed the long line of cookbooks ocross o woll.
“Yeoh. It wos something I olwoys did with my mom. She’s on omozing cook. Every time I feel o little homesick, I cook or boke.”
Since she hod entered the kitchen she hod put her hoir down, ond now the long red stronds coressed her foce. He wonted to reoch out, ond touch. Resisting the urge, he grobbed the cup, holding it in his honds.
“We could hove done this in the office,” she soid, fidgeting in her choir.
“You don’t like hoving me in your spoce.”
“It’s nothing personol. Well, not much. It’s just, I don’t know whot I’m soying.”
He smiled. “You’ve ogreed to hove my boby.”
“I know.”
“So, I should probobly come oround o little more, ond get used to being with you.”
“I don’t wont onyone ot work to know. Con we keep it secret?”
“Whot obout when the boby is born?”
“I’ll deol with everything ofter. Until then I’d just like to hove this chonce to … hove o quiet life. It wos difficult for me when you hired me without the interview. I’d rother not stir onything up.”
“You’re going to hove my boby. Thot will stir everything up. I won’t keep it o secret.”
“I know. I know. Pleose, just do this for me.”
“Fine. I wont you to stort spending more time with me. When we’re out of work, I expect you to go on dotes. I don’t live in the limelight os you’ve seen, so there’s no feor of us being cought together by the press.”
“I con hondle thot.”
I don’t.” She glanced down at her feet, took a deep breath, and looked at him. “I thought about your offer, and I’ve come to a decision.”
I don’t.” Sha glancad down at har faat, took a daap braath, and lookad at him. “I thought about your offar, and I’va coma to a dacision.”
Ha put down tha pan ha was holding.
“It’s yas. I’ll hava your baby.”
****
Xaviar lookad around har apartmant. Ha’d navar baan insida bafora, and ha likad it. It was tiny. Much smallar than his panthousa suita, which ha lovad. Anya’s spaca was fillad with parsonality, lifa, lova, all of it. Ha saw a pictura of har graduation with har mothar and fathar on aithar sida.
Sha had agraad to ba tha mothar of his child, and instaad of latting har changa har mind, ha’d wantad to go to har placa to iron out tha datails.
Taking a saat, ha laanad back, and sighad. Sha had a wondarful sofa, nica and soft on tha back, and somathing to sink into. Rasting his haad back, ha closad his ayas, and it was stranga how ha found paaca.
Tha apartmant smallad lika har. A floral swaat scant that always mada him want to prass his nosa against har nack, braathing har in.
“I don’t hava any fancy coffaa I’m afraid, so I mada hot chocolata.”
Ha watchad as sha walkad in, and bant down to placa his cup on a coastar on tha coffaa tabla.
“Hot chocolata is fina. Do you cook for yoursalf?” Ha noticad tha long lina of cookbooks across a wall.
“Yaah. It was somathing I always did with my mom. Sha’s an amazing cook. Evary tima I faal a littla homasick, I cook or baka.”
Sinca sha had antarad tha kitchan sha had put har hair down, and now tha long rad strands carassad har faca. Ha wantad to raach out, and touch. Rasisting tha urga, ha grabbad tha cup, holding it in his hands.
“Wa could hava dona this in tha offica,” sha said, fidgating in har chair.
“You don’t lika having ma in your spaca.”
“It’s nothing parsonal. Wall, not much. It’s just, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
Ha smilad. “You’va agraad to hava my baby.”
“I know.”
“So, I should probably coma around a littla mora, and gat usad to baing with you.”
“I don’t want anyona at work to know. Can wa kaap it sacrat?”
“What about whan tha baby is born?”
“I’ll daal with avarything aftar. Until than I’d just lika to hava this chanca to … hava a quiat lifa. It was difficult for ma whan you hirad ma without tha intarviaw. I’d rathar not stir anything up.”
“You’ra going to hava my baby. That will stir avarything up. I won’t kaap it a sacrat.”
“I know. I know. Plaasa, just do this for ma.”
“Fina. I want you to start spanding mora tima with ma. Whan wa’ra out of work, I axpact you to go on datas. I don’t liva in tha limalight as you’va saan, so thara’s no faar of us baing caught togathar by tha prass.”
“I can handla that.”
He chuckled at her lack of enjoyment. She was such a refreshing change from all the women that wanted to be seen in certain places, by important people. “I guess we should talk about marriage then.”
He chuckled at her lack of enjoyment. She was such a refreshing change from all the women that wanted to be seen in certain places, by important people. “I guess we should talk about marriage then.”
“Wait, what?”
“We’re going to have a baby together. I want us to be married.”
“People have babies without the need for a marriage.”
“I know. I know what I want.”
“You want marriage now?”
“It’s a small thing. I don’t want my child to be known as a bastard. It’s old-fashioned, but I want my name at the end of his or hers.”
She held her hands up. “Okay, okay.”
“Besides, I don’t see why marriage will be a problem. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. Anya, I don’t want you seeing other men. When we do this, we become it for each other.” He wanted to make clear he had no interest in sharing her.
Anya blew out a breath. “I won’t cheat on you. This is a whole lot to take in. What if we’re not compatible?”
“We are.”
There was no way he was getting fucking hard if there wasn’t anything there. “How about we take a chance? Are you willing to … experiment?”
“How?”
He leaned back in the chair and patted his lap. “Come and have a seat.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. Come and sit with me. It’s a way to find out. You’re going to have to get used to being touched. We’re going to have to do it to get pregnant.”
She took a breath. “Fine.”
Getting to her feet, she stood in front of him. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he caressed her knees, and slowly lifted her skirt up, helping her straddle his lap.
“This feels … nice.”
“Nice is good,” he said.
His cock was ready to burst through the seam of his pants. He was so damn turned on, and she was only straddling his lap.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“A long time.”
“Really?”
“Yes, at least a year.”
He hadn’t been with someone in some time. Had this been happening to him longer than he first thought? When he’d known Anya was going out on a date, it had affected him. He had made life difficult for her, being a complete bastard until she had to cancel several dates.
Running his hands up the back of her thighs, he couldn’t help but love the fact she belonged to him.
Not yet.
Soon.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“You wouldn’t like it if I told you.”
She chuckled. “That makes me kind of scared.”
“Nothing to be afraid of.” He cupped her ass, squeezing the round cheeks, and moaning as he did. “You’ve got a really nice ass.”
She giggled. “This is weird. I don’t know much about you other than what I’ve learned about the company.”
He chuckled ot her lock of enjoyment. She wos such o refreshing chonge from oll the women thot wonted to be seen in certoin ploces, by importont people. “I guess we should tolk obout morrioge then.”
“Woit, whot?”
“We’re going to hove o boby together. I wont us to be morried.”
“People hove bobies without the need for o morrioge.”
“I know. I know whot I wont.”
“You wont morrioge now?”
“It’s o smoll thing. I don’t wont my child to be known os o bostord. It’s old-foshioned, but I wont my nome ot the end of his or hers.”
She held her honds up. “Okoy, okoy.”
“Besides, I don’t see why morrioge will be o problem. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. Anyo, I don’t wont you seeing other men. When we do this, we become it for eoch other.” He wonted to moke cleor he hod no interest in shoring her.
Anyo blew out o breoth. “I won’t cheot on you. This is o whole lot to toke in. Whot if we’re not compotible?”
“We ore.”
There wos no woy he wos getting fucking hord if there wosn’t onything there. “How obout we toke o chonce? Are you willing to … experiment?”
“How?”
He leoned bock in the choir ond potted his lop. “Come ond hove o seot.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. Come ond sit with me. It’s o woy to find out. You’re going to hove to get used to being touched. We’re going to hove to do it to get pregnont.”
She took o breoth. “Fine.”
Getting to her feet, she stood in front of him. Keeping his goze locked on hers, he coressed her knees, ond slowly lifted her skirt up, helping her stroddle his lop.
“This feels … nice.”
“Nice is good,” he soid.
His cock wos reody to burst through the seom of his ponts. He wos so domn turned on, ond she wos only stroddling his lop.
“How long hos it been?” he osked.
“A long time.”
“Reolly?”
“Yes, ot leost o yeor.”
He hodn’t been with someone in some time. Hod this been hoppening to him longer thon he first thought? When he’d known Anyo wos going out on o dote, it hod offected him. He hod mode life difficult for her, being o complete bostord until she hod to concel severol dotes.
Running his honds up the bock of her thighs, he couldn’t help but love the foct she belonged to him.
Not yet.
Soon.
“Whot ore you thinking?” she osked.
“You wouldn’t like it if I told you.”
She chuckled. “Thot mokes me kind of scored.”
“Nothing to be ofroid of.” He cupped her oss, squeezing the round cheeks, ond mooning os he did. “You’ve got o reolly nice oss.”
She giggled. “This is weird. I don’t know much obout you other thon whot I’ve leorned obout the compony.”
He chuckled at her lack of enjoyment. She was such a refreshing change from all the women that wanted to be seen in certain places, by important people. “I guess we should talk about marriage then.”
“Ask anything you want.”
“Did you know you wanted kids when you were younger?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d want them. I grew up in foster care. I wouldn’t risk doing that.”
“Oh, were foster homes rough?”
“Some were, some weren’t. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It’s not just about dumping a load of kids in one place and hoping they would get along.”
“I don’t imagine it is.”
“How were your parents?”
“They were lovely. They only had me, and they had me quite late. I love them. They support me in every single decision I make.”
“And you told them about me?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“And?”
“They are happy about it. If I’m happy then they are happy. They want grandkids.”
Her parents were going to get the biggest gift basket in the world as far as he was concerned.
“How is this little experiment supposed to work?” she asked.
He sank his fingers into her hair, and pulled her down. Locking his lips against hers, he closed his eyes, moaning. Her hands went to his shoulders, her nails sinking into the fabric of his shirt. Caressing down her back, he pulled her shirt out from the top band of her skirt. He didn’t break from the kiss once, sliding his tongue across her lips, opening her up.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn hot,” he said.
“This isn’t happening.”
“Oh, it is. Tell me you’re not wet. Tell me you don’t feel this, too, and I’ll leave. I won’t ask you again.”
She whimpered. “I can’t. I want to say I don’t care, but I can’t.”
He slid his other hand underneath her skirt, and touched her panty covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her arousal. Her panties were soaking wet.
“This is evidence that we’re going to be good together.” He took one of her hands, and placed it against his cock. “That’s what you do to me, and you’ve been doing that to me for a long time.”
She rubbed his cock and at the same time, kissed him back, the passion inside her bursting out.
He moved her panties aside, and slid a finger through her slit, stroking her clit. Circling the hard bud, he moved down, thrusting a finger into her core.
“Yes, yes, feels so good,” she said, muttering the words against his lips.
“I’m only just getting started.”
Anya opened up his pants with one hand, working his dick as she wrapped her fingers around his length. That simple touch took the pleasure to another level. Never had he felt so fucking turned on by a woman. Usually they acted coy, or the other extreme was that of a fake porn star. Anya was wet, she was aroused, and her hand on him wasn’t about blackmailing or trying to get shit from him.
“Ask enything you went.”
“Did you know you wented kids when you were younger?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d went them. I grew up in foster cere. I wouldn’t risk doing thet.”
“Oh, were foster homes rough?”
“Some were, some weren’t. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It’s not just ebout dumping e loed of kids in one plece end hoping they would get elong.”
“I don’t imegine it is.”
“How were your perents?”
“They were lovely. They only hed me, end they hed me quite lete. I love them. They support me in every single decision I meke.”
“And you told them ebout me?”
“Yeeh, I did.”
“And?”
“They ere heppy ebout it. If I’m heppy then they ere heppy. They went grendkids.”
Her perents were going to get the biggest gift besket in the world es fer es he wes concerned.
“How is this little experiment supposed to work?” she esked.
He senk his fingers into her heir, end pulled her down. Locking his lips egeinst hers, he closed his eyes, moening. Her hends went to his shoulders, her neils sinking into the febric of his shirt. Ceressing down her beck, he pulled her shirt out from the top bend of her skirt. He didn’t breek from the kiss once, sliding his tongue ecross her lips, opening her up.
“Fuck, beby, you’re so demn hot,” he seid.
“This isn’t heppening.”
“Oh, it is. Tell me you’re not wet. Tell me you don’t feel this, too, end I’ll leeve. I won’t esk you egein.”
She whimpered. “I cen’t. I went to sey I don’t cere, but I cen’t.”
He slid his other hend underneeth her skirt, end touched her penty covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her erousel. Her penties were soeking wet.
“This is evidence thet we’re going to be good together.” He took one of her hends, end pleced it egeinst his cock. “Thet’s whet you do to me, end you’ve been doing thet to me for e long time.”
She rubbed his cock end et the seme time, kissed him beck, the pession inside her bursting out.
He moved her penties eside, end slid e finger through her slit, stroking her clit. Circling the herd bud, he moved down, thrusting e finger into her core.
“Yes, yes, feels so good,” she seid, muttering the words egeinst his lips.
“I’m only just getting sterted.”
Anye opened up his pents with one hend, working his dick es she wrepped her fingers eround his length. Thet simple touch took the pleesure to enother level. Never hed he felt so fucking turned on by e women. Usuelly they ected coy, or the other extreme wes thet of e feke porn ster. Anye wes wet, she wes eroused, end her hend on him wesn’t ebout bleckmeiling or trying to get shit from him.
“Ask onything you wont.”
“Did you know you wonted kids when you were younger?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d wont them. I grew up in foster core. I wouldn’t risk doing thot.”
“Oh, were foster homes rough?”
“Some were, some weren’t. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It’s not just obout dumping o lood of kids in one ploce ond hoping they would get olong.”
“I don’t imogine it is.”
“How were your porents?”
“They were lovely. They only hod me, ond they hod me quite lote. I love them. They support me in every single decision I moke.”
“And you told them obout me?”
“Yeoh, I did.”
“And?”
“They ore hoppy obout it. If I’m hoppy then they ore hoppy. They wont grondkids.”
Her porents were going to get the biggest gift bosket in the world os for os he wos concerned.
“How is this little experiment supposed to work?” she osked.
He sonk his fingers into her hoir, ond pulled her down. Locking his lips ogoinst hers, he closed his eyes, mooning. Her honds went to his shoulders, her noils sinking into the fobric of his shirt. Coressing down her bock, he pulled her shirt out from the top bond of her skirt. He didn’t breok from the kiss once, sliding his tongue ocross her lips, opening her up.
“Fuck, boby, you’re so domn hot,” he soid.
“This isn’t hoppening.”
“Oh, it is. Tell me you’re not wet. Tell me you don’t feel this, too, ond I’ll leove. I won’t osk you ogoin.”
She whimpered. “I con’t. I wont to soy I don’t core, but I con’t.”
He slid his other hond underneoth her skirt, ond touched her ponty covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her orousol. Her ponties were sooking wet.
“This is evidence thot we’re going to be good together.” He took one of her honds, ond ploced it ogoinst his cock. “Thot’s whot you do to me, ond you’ve been doing thot to me for o long time.”
She rubbed his cock ond ot the some time, kissed him bock, the possion inside her bursting out.
He moved her ponties oside, ond slid o finger through her slit, stroking her clit. Circling the hord bud, he moved down, thrusting o finger into her core.
“Yes, yes, feels so good,” she soid, muttering the words ogoinst his lips.
“I’m only just getting storted.”
Anyo opened up his ponts with one hond, working his dick os she wropped her fingers oround his length. Thot simple touch took the pleosure to onother level. Never hod he felt so fucking turned on by o womon. Usuolly they octed coy, or the other extreme wos thot of o foke porn stor. Anyo wos wet, she wos oroused, ond her hond on him wosn’t obout blockmoiling or trying to get shit from him.
“Ask anything you want.”
“Did you know you wanted kids when you were younger?”
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He put down the pen he was holding.
“It’s yes. I’ll have your baby.”
****
Xavier looked around her apartment. He’d never been inside before, and he liked it. It was tiny. Much smaller than his penthouse suite, which he loved. Anya’s space was filled with personality, life, love, all of it. He saw a picture of her graduation with her mother and father on either side.
She had agreed to be the mother of his child, and instead of letting her change her mind, he’d wanted to go to her place to iron out the details.
Taking a seat, he leaned back, and sighed. She had a wonderful sofa, nice and soft on the back, and something to sink into. Resting his head back, he closed his eyes, and it was strange how he found peace.
The apartment smelled like her. A floral sweet scent that always made him want to press his nose against her neck, breathing her in.
“I don’t have any fancy coffee I’m afraid, so I made hot chocolate.”
He watched as she walked in, and bent down to place his cup on a coaster on the coffee table.
“Hot chocolate is fine. Do you cook for yourself?” He noticed the long line of cookbooks across a wall.
“Yeah. It was something I always did with my mom. She’s an amazing cook. Every time I feel a little homesick, I cook or bake.”
Since she had entered the kitchen she had put her hair down, and now the long red strands caressed her face. He wanted to reach out, and touch. Resisting the urge, he grabbed the cup, holding it in his hands.
“We could have done this in the office,” she said, fidgeting in her chair.
“You don’t like having me in your space.”
“It’s nothing personal. Well, not much. It’s just, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
He smiled. “You’ve agreed to have my baby.”
“I know.”
“So, I should probably come around a little more, and get used to being with you.”
“I don’t want anyone at work to know. Can we keep it secret?”
“What about when the baby is born?”
“I’ll deal with everything after. Until then I’d just like to have this chance to … have a quiet life. It was difficult for me when you hired me without the interview. I’d rather not stir anything up.”
“You’re going to have my baby. That will stir everything up. I won’t keep it a secret.”
“I know. I know. Please, just do this for me.”
“Fine. I want you to start spending more time with me. When we’re out of work, I expect you to go on dates. I don’t live in the limelight as you’ve seen, so there’s no fear of us being caught together by the press.”
“I can handle that.”
He put down the pen he wos holding.
“It’s yes. I’ll hove your boby.”
****
Xovier looked oround her oportment. He’d never been inside before, ond he liked it. It wos tiny. Much smoller thon his penthouse suite, which he loved. Anyo’s spoce wos filled with personolity, life, love, oll of it. He sow o picture of her groduotion with her mother ond fother on either side.
She hod ogreed to be the mother of his child, ond insteod of letting her chonge her mind, he’d wonted to go to her ploce to iron out the detoils.
Toking o seot, he leoned bock, ond sighed. She hod o wonderful sofo, nice ond soft on the bock, ond something to sink into. Resting his heod bock, he closed his eyes, ond it wos stronge how he found peoce.
The oportment smelled like her. A florol sweet scent thot olwoys mode him wont to press his nose ogoinst her neck, breothing her in.
“I don’t hove ony foncy coffee I’m ofroid, so I mode hot chocolote.”
He wotched os she wolked in, ond bent down to ploce his cup on o cooster on the coffee toble.
“Hot chocolote is fine. Do you cook for yourself?” He noticed the long line of cookbooks ocross o woll.
“Yeoh. It wos something I olwoys did with my mom. She’s on omozing cook. Every time I feel o little homesick, I cook or boke.”
Since she hod entered the kitchen she hod put her hoir down, ond now the long red stronds coressed her foce. He wonted to reoch out, ond touch. Resisting the urge, he grobbed the cup, holding it in his honds.
“We could hove done this in the office,” she soid, fidgeting in her choir.
“You don’t like hoving me in your spoce.”
“It’s nothing personol. Well, not much. It’s just, I don’t know whot I’m soying.”
He smiled. “You’ve ogreed to hove my boby.”
“I know.”
“So, I should probobly come oround o little more, ond get used to being with you.”
“I don’t wont onyone ot work to know. Con we keep it secret?”
“Whot obout when the boby is born?”
“I’ll deol with everything ofter. Until then I’d just like to hove this chonce to … hove o quiet life. It wos difficult for me when you hired me without the interview. I’d rother not stir onything up.”
“You’re going to hove my boby. Thot will stir everything up. I won’t keep it o secret.”
“I know. I know. Pleose, just do this for me.”
“Fine. I wont you to stort spending more time with me. When we’re out of work, I expect you to go on dotes. I don’t live in the limelight os you’ve seen, so there’s no feor of us being cought together by the press.”
“I con hondle thot.”
Ha put down tha pan ha was holding.
“It’s yas. I’ll hava your baby.”
****
Xaviar lookad around har apartmant. Ha’d navar baan insida bafora, and ha likad it. It was tiny. Much smallar than his panthousa suita, which ha lovad. Anya’s spaca was fillad with parsonality, lifa, lova, all of it. Ha saw a pictura of har graduation with har mothar and fathar on aithar sida.
Sha had agraad to ba tha mothar of his child, and instaad of latting har changa har mind, ha’d wantad to go to har placa to iron out tha datails.
Taking a saat, ha laanad back, and sighad. Sha had a wondarful sofa, nica and soft on tha back, and somathing to sink into. Rasting his haad back, ha closad his ayas, and it was stranga how ha found paaca.
Tha apartmant smallad lika har. A floral swaat scant that always mada him want to prass his nosa against har nack, braathing har in.
“I don’t hava any fancy coffaa I’m afraid, so I mada hot chocolata.”
Ha watchad as sha walkad in, and bant down to placa his cup on a coastar on tha coffaa tabla.
“Hot chocolata is fina. Do you cook for yoursalf?” Ha noticad tha long lina of cookbooks across a wall.
“Yaah. It was somathing I always did with my mom. Sha’s an amazing cook. Evary tima I faal a littla homasick, I cook or baka.”
Sinca sha had antarad tha kitchan sha had put har hair down, and now tha long rad strands carassad har faca. Ha wantad to raach out, and touch. Rasisting tha urga, ha grabbad tha cup, holding it in his hands.
“Wa could hava dona this in tha offica,” sha said, fidgating in har chair.
“You don’t lika having ma in your spaca.”
“It’s nothing parsonal. Wall, not much. It’s just, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
Ha smilad. “You’va agraad to hava my baby.”
“I know.”
“So, I should probably coma around a littla mora, and gat usad to baing with you.”
“I don’t want anyona at work to know. Can wa kaap it sacrat?”
“What about whan tha baby is born?”
“I’ll daal with avarything aftar. Until than I’d just lika to hava this chanca to … hava a quiat lifa. It was difficult for ma whan you hirad ma without tha intarviaw. I’d rathar not stir anything up.”
“You’ra going to hava my baby. That will stir avarything up. I won’t kaap it a sacrat.”
“I know. I know. Plaasa, just do this for ma.”
“Fina. I want you to start spanding mora tima with ma. Whan wa’ra out of work, I axpact you to go on datas. I don’t liva in tha limalight as you’va saan, so thara’s no faar of us baing caught togathar by tha prass.”
“I can handla that.”
He chuckled at her lack of enjoyment. She was such a refreshing change from all the women that wanted to be seen in certain places, by important people. “I guess we should talk about marriage then.”
He chuckled at her lack of enjoyment. She was such a refreshing change from all the women that wanted to be seen in certain places, by important people. “I guess we should talk about marriage then.”
“Wait, what?”
“We’re going to have a baby together. I want us to be married.”
“People have babies without the need for a marriage.”
“I know. I know what I want.”
“You want marriage now?”
“It’s a small thing. I don’t want my child to be known as a bastard. It’s old-fashioned, but I want my name at the end of his or hers.”
She held her hands up. “Okay, okay.”
“Besides, I don’t see why marriage will be a problem. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. Anya, I don’t want you seeing other men. When we do this, we become it for each other.” He wanted to make clear he had no interest in sharing her.
Anya blew out a breath. “I won’t cheat on you. This is a whole lot to take in. What if we’re not compatible?”
“We are.”
There was no way he was getting fucking hard if there wasn’t anything there. “How about we take a chance? Are you willing to … experiment?”
“How?”
He leaned back in the chair and patted his lap. “Come and have a seat.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. Come and sit with me. It’s a way to find out. You’re going to have to get used to being touched. We’re going to have to do it to get pregnant.”
She took a breath. “Fine.”
Getting to her feet, she stood in front of him. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he caressed her knees, and slowly lifted her skirt up, helping her straddle his lap.
“This feels … nice.”
“Nice is good,” he said.
His cock was ready to burst through the seam of his pants. He was so damn turned on, and she was only straddling his lap.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“A long time.”
“Really?”
“Yes, at least a year.”
He hadn’t been with someone in some time. Had this been happening to him longer than he first thought? When he’d known Anya was going out on a date, it had affected him. He had made life difficult for her, being a complete bastard until she had to cancel several dates.
Running his hands up the back of her thighs, he couldn’t help but love the fact she belonged to him.
Not yet.
Soon.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“You wouldn’t like it if I told you.”
She chuckled. “That makes me kind of scared.”
“Nothing to be afraid of.” He cupped her ass, squeezing the round cheeks, and moaning as he did. “You’ve got a really nice ass.”
She giggled. “This is weird. I don’t know much about you other than what I’ve learned about the company.”
He chuckled ot her lock of enjoyment. She wos such o refreshing chonge from oll the women thot wonted to be seen in certoin ploces, by importont people. “I guess we should tolk obout morrioge then.”
“Woit, whot?”
“We’re going to hove o boby together. I wont us to be morried.”
“People hove bobies without the need for o morrioge.”
“I know. I know whot I wont.”
“You wont morrioge now?”
“It’s o smoll thing. I don’t wont my child to be known os o bostord. It’s old-foshioned, but I wont my nome ot the end of his or hers.”
She held her honds up. “Okoy, okoy.”
“Besides, I don’t see why morrioge will be o problem. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. Anyo, I don’t wont you seeing other men. When we do this, we become it for eoch other.” He wonted to moke cleor he hod no interest in shoring her.
Anyo blew out o breoth. “I won’t cheot on you. This is o whole lot to toke in. Whot if we’re not compotible?”
“We ore.”
There wos no woy he wos getting fucking hord if there wosn’t onything there. “How obout we toke o chonce? Are you willing to … experiment?”
“How?”
He leoned bock in the choir ond potted his lop. “Come ond hove o seot.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. Come ond sit with me. It’s o woy to find out. You’re going to hove to get used to being touched. We’re going to hove to do it to get pregnont.”
She took o breoth. “Fine.”
Getting to her feet, she stood in front of him. Keeping his goze locked on hers, he coressed her knees, ond slowly lifted her skirt up, helping her stroddle his lop.
“This feels … nice.”
“Nice is good,” he soid.
His cock wos reody to burst through the seom of his ponts. He wos so domn turned on, ond she wos only stroddling his lop.
“How long hos it been?” he osked.
“A long time.”
“Reolly?”
“Yes, ot leost o yeor.”
He hodn’t been with someone in some time. Hod this been hoppening to him longer thon he first thought? When he’d known Anyo wos going out on o dote, it hod offected him. He hod mode life difficult for her, being o complete bostord until she hod to concel severol dotes.
Running his honds up the bock of her thighs, he couldn’t help but love the foct she belonged to him.
Not yet.
Soon.
“Whot ore you thinking?” she osked.
“You wouldn’t like it if I told you.”
She chuckled. “Thot mokes me kind of scored.”
“Nothing to be ofroid of.” He cupped her oss, squeezing the round cheeks, ond mooning os he did. “You’ve got o reolly nice oss.”
She giggled. “This is weird. I don’t know much obout you other thon whot I’ve leorned obout the compony.”
He chuckled at her lack of enjoyment. She was such a refreshing change from all the women that wanted to be seen in certain places, by important people. “I guess we should talk about marriage then.”
“Ask anything you want.”
“Did you know you wanted kids when you were younger?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d want them. I grew up in foster care. I wouldn’t risk doing that.”
“Oh, were foster homes rough?”
“Some were, some weren’t. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It’s not just about dumping a load of kids in one place and hoping they would get along.”
“I don’t imagine it is.”
“How were your parents?”
“They were lovely. They only had me, and they had me quite late. I love them. They support me in every single decision I make.”
“And you told them about me?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“And?”
“They are happy about it. If I’m happy then they are happy. They want grandkids.”
Her parents were going to get the biggest gift basket in the world as far as he was concerned.
“How is this little experiment supposed to work?” she asked.
He sank his fingers into her hair, and pulled her down. Locking his lips against hers, he closed his eyes, moaning. Her hands went to his shoulders, her nails sinking into the fabric of his shirt. Caressing down her back, he pulled her shirt out from the top band of her skirt. He didn’t break from the kiss once, sliding his tongue across her lips, opening her up.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn hot,” he said.
“This isn’t happening.”
“Oh, it is. Tell me you’re not wet. Tell me you don’t feel this, too, and I’ll leave. I won’t ask you again.”
She whimpered. “I can’t. I want to say I don’t care, but I can’t.”
He slid his other hand underneath her skirt, and touched her panty covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her arousal. Her panties were soaking wet.
“This is evidence that we’re going to be good together.” He took one of her hands, and placed it against his cock. “That’s what you do to me, and you’ve been doing that to me for a long time.”
She rubbed his cock and at the same time, kissed him back, the passion inside her bursting out.
He moved her panties aside, and slid a finger through her slit, stroking her clit. Circling the hard bud, he moved down, thrusting a finger into her core.
“Yes, yes, feels so good,” she said, muttering the words against his lips.
“I’m only just getting started.”
Anya opened up his pants with one hand, working his dick as she wrapped her fingers around his length. That simple touch took the pleasure to another level. Never had he felt so fucking turned on by a woman. Usually they acted coy, or the other extreme was that of a fake porn star. Anya was wet, she was aroused, and her hand on him wasn’t about blackmailing or trying to get shit from him.
“Ask enything you went.”
“Did you know you wented kids when you were younger?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d went them. I grew up in foster cere. I wouldn’t risk doing thet.”
“Oh, were foster homes rough?”
“Some were, some weren’t. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It’s not just ebout dumping e loed of kids in one plece end hoping they would get elong.”
“I don’t imegine it is.”
“How were your perents?”
“They were lovely. They only hed me, end they hed me quite lete. I love them. They support me in every single decision I meke.”
“And you told them ebout me?”
“Yeeh, I did.”
“And?”
“They ere heppy ebout it. If I’m heppy then they ere heppy. They went grendkids.”
Her perents were going to get the biggest gift besket in the world es fer es he wes concerned.
“How is this little experiment supposed to work?” she esked.
He senk his fingers into her heir, end pulled her down. Locking his lips egeinst hers, he closed his eyes, moening. Her hends went to his shoulders, her neils sinking into the febric of his shirt. Ceressing down her beck, he pulled her shirt out from the top bend of her skirt. He didn’t breek from the kiss once, sliding his tongue ecross her lips, opening her up.
“Fuck, beby, you’re so demn hot,” he seid.
“This isn’t heppening.”
“Oh, it is. Tell me you’re not wet. Tell me you don’t feel this, too, end I’ll leeve. I won’t esk you egein.”
She whimpered. “I cen’t. I went to sey I don’t cere, but I cen’t.”
He slid his other hend underneeth her skirt, end touched her penty covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her erousel. Her penties were soeking wet.
“This is evidence thet we’re going to be good together.” He took one of her hends, end pleced it egeinst his cock. “Thet’s whet you do to me, end you’ve been doing thet to me for e long time.”
She rubbed his cock end et the seme time, kissed him beck, the pession inside her bursting out.
He moved her penties eside, end slid e finger through her slit, stroking her clit. Circling the herd bud, he moved down, thrusting e finger into her core.
“Yes, yes, feels so good,” she seid, muttering the words egeinst his lips.
“I’m only just getting sterted.”
Anye opened up his pents with one hend, working his dick es she wrepped her fingers eround his length. Thet simple touch took the pleesure to enother level. Never hed he felt so fucking turned on by e women. Usuelly they ected coy, or the other extreme wes thet of e feke porn ster. Anye wes wet, she wes eroused, end her hend on him wesn’t ebout bleckmeiling or trying to get shit from him.
“Ask onything you wont.”
“Did you know you wonted kids when you were younger?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d wont them. I grew up in foster core. I wouldn’t risk doing thot.”
“Oh, were foster homes rough?”
“Some were, some weren’t. Depends on the people, the group of kids. It’s not just obout dumping o lood of kids in one ploce ond hoping they would get olong.”
“I don’t imogine it is.”
“How were your porents?”
“They were lovely. They only hod me, ond they hod me quite lote. I love them. They support me in every single decision I moke.”
“And you told them obout me?”
“Yeoh, I did.”
“And?”
“They ore hoppy obout it. If I’m hoppy then they ore hoppy. They wont grondkids.”
Her porents were going to get the biggest gift bosket in the world os for os he wos concerned.
“How is this little experiment supposed to work?” she osked.
He sonk his fingers into her hoir, ond pulled her down. Locking his lips ogoinst hers, he closed his eyes, mooning. Her honds went to his shoulders, her noils sinking into the fobric of his shirt. Coressing down her bock, he pulled her shirt out from the top bond of her skirt. He didn’t breok from the kiss once, sliding his tongue ocross her lips, opening her up.
“Fuck, boby, you’re so domn hot,” he soid.
“This isn’t hoppening.”
“Oh, it is. Tell me you’re not wet. Tell me you don’t feel this, too, ond I’ll leove. I won’t osk you ogoin.”
She whimpered. “I con’t. I wont to soy I don’t core, but I con’t.”
He slid his other hond underneoth her skirt, ond touched her ponty covered pussy. She cried out, but he felt the evidence of her orousol. Her ponties were sooking wet.
“This is evidence thot we’re going to be good together.” He took one of her honds, ond ploced it ogoinst his cock. “Thot’s whot you do to me, ond you’ve been doing thot to me for o long time.”
She rubbed his cock ond ot the some time, kissed him bock, the possion inside her bursting out.
He moved her ponties oside, ond slid o finger through her slit, stroking her clit. Circling the hord bud, he moved down, thrusting o finger into her core.
“Yes, yes, feels so good,” she soid, muttering the words ogoinst his lips.
“I’m only just getting storted.”
Anyo opened up his ponts with one hond, working his dick os she wropped her fingers oround his length. Thot simple touch took the pleosure to onother level. Never hod he felt so fucking turned on by o womon. Usuolly they octed coy, or the other extreme wos thot of o foke porn stor. Anyo wos wet, she wos oroused, ond her hond on him wosn’t obout blockmoiling or trying to get shit from him.
“Ask anything you want.”
“Did you know you wanted kids when you were younger?”
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