He shifted in his seat, his cock uncomfortably heavy. Even her scent had filled the inside of his car, distracting him.
The restaurant was only five minutes up the highway, so he pulled over to the side of the road and put the car into park. “Alesha, why do you have to ask all the difficult questions?”
She tilted her head. “I thought it was a simple question. I’m just trying to start a dialogue.”
He unbuckled and turned to face her. Her tits were spilling out the top of her dress, and he had to remind himself to behave and keep his damn hands to himself. Such a sinful body with those innocent doe eyes. He clenched his fist, resting it on the headrest behind her.
“Family is a tough one.”
“We’re supposed to be honest. No lies, remember?”
He took a deep breath, not used to keeping a promise. “I never knew my father, but that wasn’t uncommon in our village. My mother, well, that bitch sold us off to pay her debts. Just handed over her son and daughter, turned the other way, and started fresh. Do you realize what they do to little girls who’re taken? You think I’d sell my fucking kids to a gang, to anyone? I’d die first.” He realized he was shouting, his face only inches from hers.
Xavier pulled back, running a hand through his hair. His heart was racing.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. He looked down, and her hand was on his thigh.
“Why are you sorry? It’s my shit life. It’s not your fault.”
“I like the real you, even if it’s dark and dirty. My mother wasn’t a prize either. Once she got remarried, she wished I never existed. I haven’
t spoken to her since. It’s why I’ve been struggling for so long.”
He’d add killing Alesha’s bitch mother to his to-do list.
“What about you, Alesha? Would you sell off your kids for the right price? Put yourself before them?”
“I never thought much about being a mother. I mean, I’m twenty-seven and still a virgin.” She gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I—”
He bolted forward and kissed her on the mouth, rough and demanding. Thoroughly. So much volatile energy was already rushing through his veins, and it easily morphed into a passion he’d never known. He wanted to possess her, body and soul. To become one with her. Xavier moved closer in the cramped space, running his free hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up to her hip. He spread her legs open, reaching between them to cup her pussy mound. He could feel the moisture even through her panties. She jolted, gripping his shoulders.
A fucking virgin? He wanted her even more. His claim grew tenfold.
Not once did he stop kissing her, nipping her lips, playing with her tongue. She mewled, holding onto him, letting him take control. He moved down her neck, trailing hot kisses as he went. Her cleavage was luscious. He ran his cheeks against the pillowy softness, his eyes rolling back in his head. When he pulled back, his stubble had left her pale skin reddened.
“Xavier…”
He counted to ten in his head, taming the beast. Alesha wasn’t a whore. He wouldn’t fuck her in his car, no matter how desperate he was to be inside her. This was all getting way too complicated, and fast.
“Let’s rethink this.”
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked. Her lips were swollen, her dress still riding high. He adjusted the hem so it covered her thighs again.
“We were talking,” he said. “I got distracted. By you.”
She licked her lips. “And I never got to answer your question,” she said. “No, Xavier, I’d never give up my child, no matter the cost.”
Alesha knew exactly what to say to get under his skin.
****
Xavier was her boss, but she was also hopelessly falling for him. The vulnerability he’d shown her last night when he was drunk was the real him, the broken side of the man. If she hadn’t come downstairs to catch him in his stupor, she’d still think he was a cold, heartless businessman. After last night, she’d become intrigued.
Now she knew there was so much more to Xavier Moreno than money and impossibly good looks. Once again, he’d shown her a glimpse of his pain, a traumatic childhood she couldn’t begin to imagine. And there had been a sister. The one he’d denied having.
She wouldn’t push him, not after humiliating herself and revealing she was still a virgin. That wasn’t information she eagerly shared with anyone.
He didn’t seem to care, and the passion they shared couldn’t have been one-sided. She just hoped to God she wasn’t just another number to him. Alesha wanted to heal him, to show him not all women were heartless.