Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound in the bathroom as Roman unbuttoned his shirt, cach slow movement drawing Blair’s eyes upward like a magnet.

Steam clung to the air, curling around her skin, already warm and damp from the bath. But it was nothing compared to the heat building behind her ribs.

Roman’s eyes stayed locked on hers. Not rushed. Not greedy. Just that same, unrelenting focus that made her feel like the only thing that existed.

He let the shirt fall. Then the belt. Then the pants. Every piece of him revealed in silence, no need for theatrics. His body was all lines and tension–shoulders broad, chest carved from discipline, not vanity. He was a work of art.

“Move forward.”

Blair’s breath caught as he stepped into the water behind her. The heat shifted with him, the water lapping softly against the porcelain.

He didn’t grab. He didn’t demand. He just settled in, legs parting as she leaned back into him, her spine against his chest, his arms curling around her like armor.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp shoulder. “Whatever you need.”

She closed her eyes, breathing him in. This was what safety felt like. “I need you.”

His hands began to move. Not hurried. Not hungry. Just deliberate. Exploring.

He started with her arms, fingers tracing slow lines from shoulder to wrist, back up again, down to her waist, then circling her ribs with featherlight touches. His thumbs skimmed just under the waterline, making her stomach tighten. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“You’re still tense,” Roman said quietly, his mouth brushing her ear.

“I’m trying,” she whispered. “You calm me.”

He smiled into her skin. “Let me take the rest.”

One hand slid up, cupping her breast under the water, thumb dragging lightly over her nipple until it tightened beneath his touch. She gasped softly, arching just a little, and that was all the encouragement he needed. His other hand moved lower, slipping between her thighs, spreading her legs slowly until her knees pressed against the slick porcelain edge.

He circled her clit with a maddening softness, teasing her with slow, precise movements that made her thighs twitch.

“Roman…” she breathed, the heat under her skin no longer rage–just need. Pure, hungry need.

“I know, baby.” His voice was thick now, hoarse. “I’ve been thinking about this. About you. You looked so fucking good today, standing up for yourself like that. You don’t even know how hard that made me.”

Her hand slid down to his thigh behind her, nails biting into muscle.

“I wanted to get you home, rip that dress off, and bend you over in the best way,” he said against her neck, kissing his way down to her shoulder again. “But now… I just want to feel you melt for me.”

He pushed two fingers inside her, slow and steady. Blair gasped, hips rolling involuntarily. The water sloshed softly as his fingers moved with agonizing control. He curled them just right, just enough to make her moan.

“Roman, please…”

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nipple between his fingers, while he whispered, “Let me feel you come on my fingers

fingers in

drawn from her with expert patience. He didn’t rush. He just coaxed, watching every twitch of her muscles, every gasp from her lips. When she finally cried out, her body locking in his arms, he

caught her breath before she turned in the water, straddling his lap. The bath sloshed, threatening to spill

dead in the eyes.

“Are you sure? After everything today…

she said. “I

was all

She braced herself on his shoulders as he sank into her, slow, thick, and

back against the bath edge. “You feel

found that rhythm that made her breath catch. The water rippled around

pace. The other came up to tangle in her hair, tugging gently as she rode him, her breasts brushing his chest

Not just kissing, but consuming. His tongue matched the tempo of his thrusts, relentless, demanding, until

“Roman…”

“Tell me.”

“I’m close.”

Fucking

nails digging into his back.

her voice echoed

light. His eyes never left hers. Hunger.

voice low

of the bath. The air hit her skin, cool and sharp against the heat burning beneath her flesh. Roman stepped toward her, not bothering with a towel. He grabbed one and roughly ran

the vanity.” Her pulse stuttered.

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with a knee, then reached up to twist her wet hair in his fist and yank her head back

murmured. “You don’t get to ask.

trembled. “Yes,

“Good.”

of her spine, slow and heavy, before trailing lower to cup her ass and squeeze hard. She gasped. Then he spanked her once–sharp, sudden. Her

as he bent her slightly over the counter.