Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 13

As Blair arrived back at the office, Peters had offered to take her things to Roman’s estate after dropping her oft By the time she stepped off the lift to their floor, she was completely emotionally wiped.

Kara came out from behind her desk when she saw Blair. “Are you coming for drinks tonight?”

Blair had totally forgotten that today was Friday. Which gave her a little thrill knowing she and Roman would have the weekend together. She was sure there would be so much he had planned for her.

“Hm, I had..” How was she going to get out of it? Blair went at least every two weeks for an hour at least. She and Dan would often go together. Would he take Laura? “I’m not sure I can this week.” Blair needed to find out about Roman’s plans first.

Kara smiled. “Are you doing something with Dan this weekend?”

Everyone knew at the office that Blair had been engaged. Now she wasn’t. Surprised that she didn’t care everyone knowing the truth and what a dog Dan was. Some would slap him on the back, thinking he was a stud, but most will look down on him. “Dan and I are no longer together.”

Kara looked surprised at the news. “What? Why?”

Blair shrugged. “I don’t like cheaters, and Dan isn’t happy with just one woman. I’m not sure about tonight.”

Kara gasped at her. “Why that dirty dog.”

“Now you can understand why I’m not wearing my ring.” Blair showed her bare hand.

“Blair, do you need any help? Somewhere to live for a while? Let me know. I would help you out.”

Blair was touched by the offer. “Thanks Kara, but I’m fine. I have somewhere. I better go. Has Roman finished with the marketing team?”

“Yes, they filed out of there about 15 minutes ago. I just put through a call from finance.” Kara let her know.

Blair nodded before heading towards Roman’s office. Opening the door after a soft knock.

Blair stepped into the office. He sat behind his desk on the phone, his tie slightly loosened, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. His eyes flicked up as she entered, and for a moment, they locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.

He didn’t stop talking, but his hand moved, gesturing subtly toward the door. His fingers curled once, twice, a silent command. Lock it.

turning the lock, the click echoed. When she turned back, Roman’s gaze was still on her, heavy lidded. He pointed to the spot between him and his desk, his other hand cradling the phone to his ear as he

hands at her sides. He leaned back in his chair, his

of her skirt. Blair’s breath hitched, but she stayed perfectly still, her eyes locked on his face. His expression gave nothing away. Only the faintest flaring of his nostrils as his hand slipped beneath her

one smooth motion, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled them down and off before he set them aside on the desk. She felt vulnerable, but with the door locked, she felt safe enough for

to her more than his words.

guided her gently but firmly until she was sitting on the edge of his desk, facing him. The cool wood pressing against her

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his, his voice steady on the phone. His fingers

a sound, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, as

their target, brushing against her wetness, and she nearly gasped aloud. Her hips

slowly around her clit, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continued his

of his hand sent heat shooting through her. His thumb pressed against her clit,

desk as she fought to stay

voice remained calm. His conversation continued, but his fingers worked her ruthlessly. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to draw out every sensation until she was trembling, her thighs squeezing around his hand. She could feel herself on the edge of

abruptly, he just

in shock. Roman held her gaze, his expression unreadable as he finished his

silence of the office suddenly deafening. For a long moment, they didn’t move, just watched each other. Then, without a word, Roman stood, his hands moving to her hips as he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Blair’s breath caught as he dropped to his knees in front of

how she felt about it. In some

wider,

His tongue was relentless, swirling and stroking, driving her higher and higher until she was gasping, her body arching off

holding her steady. She could feel the

certain she would shatter.

against her skin. And when she did, it was unlike anything

moment Blair’s climax subsided, Roman stood, his lips wet with her desire. He didn’t say a word, His eyes locked onto hers as he unzipped his pants. Once he was free, he wasted no time rolling on a condom. Blair’s breath hitched,

away.

to the edge of the desk. She gasped as the cool wood pressed into her heated skin. His voice was

he positioned himself. He rubbed his sex through her lower lips for a moment, his gaze burning into hers, before he thrusted into her hard, so

to stop herself from moving

her time to catch her breath/His rhythm was

hot,” he growled, his voice