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.

the door and turning the lock, the click echoed. When she turned back, Roman’s gaze was still on her, heavy lidded. He pointed to the spot

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

he reached out with his fingers grazing the hem of her skirt. Blair’s breath hitched, but she stayed perfectly still, her eyes locked on his face. His expression gave nothing away.

her bare skin as he pulled them down and off before he set them aside on the desk. She

voice registered to her more than his words. He was turned on

desk, facing him. The cool wood pressing against her thighs as she balanced herself. He then spread

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his, his voice steady on the phone. His fingers ran along her skin then trailed

His touch was deliberate, unhurried, as though he had all the time in

brushing against her wetness, and she nearly gasped aloud. Her hips twitched and his grip

his tone businesslike. “We’ll have the numbers by the end of the day.” His fingers circled 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 call. He

trying to steady her breathing, but every movement of his hand sent heat shooting through her. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in tight, controlled circles as his fingers slid inside her. He scissored his

lip, her nails digging into the desk as she fought to stay quiet. Anything to stop herself from crying

how to touch her, how to draw out every sensation until she was trembling, her

then, abruptly, he just

her gaze, his expression unreadable as he

without a word, Roman stood, his hands moving to

shocked Blair. His face was level to her core. She had never experienced this before and wasn’t sure how she felt about it. In some ways, having a man

thighs, spreading them wider, and then his

as pleasure crashed over her in waves. His tongue was relentless, swirling and stroking, driving her higher and higher until she was gasping, her body arching off

gripped her hips, holding her steady. She could feel the tension building again until she

certain she would shatter.

commanded, his voice muffled but firm against her skin.

didn’t say a word, His eyes locked onto hers as he unzipped his pants. Once he was free, he wasted no

away.

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

He rubbed his sex through her lower lips for a moment, his gaze burning into hers, before he thrusted into her

her fingers squeezing onto the edge of the desk, trying to stop herself from

didn’t give her time to catch her breath/His rhythm was almost pagan. Each stroke pushed her closer to the

he growled,