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.

her, heavy lidded. He pointed to the spot between him and his desk, his other hand cradling the phone to his ear as he continued speaking about something she couldn’t quite

slowly, her pulse racing. She stopped where he’d indicated, hands at her sides. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes trailing over her from

fingers grazing the hem of her skirt. Blair’s breath hitched, but she stayed perfectly still, her eyes locked on his face. His

gone in one smooth motion, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled them down and off before he set them

registered to her more than

edge of his desk, facing him. The cool wood pressing against her thighs as she

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never left his, his voice steady on the phone. His fingers ran along her skin then trailed higher, teasingly light along her inner

hands gripping the edge of the desk. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, as though he had all the time

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

Roman said into the phone, his tone businesslike. “We’ll have the numbers by the end of the day.” His fingers circled slowly around her clit, drawing a soft

eyes, trying to steady her breathing, but every movement of his hand sent heat shooting through her. His thumb pressed against her clit,

bit down on her lip, her nails digging into the desk as she fought to stay quiet. Anything to stop herself

He knew exactly how to touch her, how to draw out every sensation until she was trembling, her thighs squeezing around his hand. She

then, abruptly,

chest heaving as she stared at him in shock. Roman held her gaze, his expression unreadable as he finished his call. “I want the numbers by 5pm in my email,”

other. Then, without a word, Roman stood, his hands moving to her hips as

before and wasn’t sure how she felt about it. In some ways, having a man go down on her was

up her thighs, spreading them wider, and then his mouth

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 the

as his hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. She could feel the tension building

certain she would shatter.

skin. And when

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, her body

away.

the desk. She gasped as the cool wood

a moment,

fingers squeezing onto the edge of the desk, trying to stop

her breath/His rhythm was almost pagan. Each stroke pushed her closer to the edge

feel so good, so hot,” he