Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Sunlight filtered gently through the sheer curtains, spilling golden patterns across the tangled sheets. Blair shifted slightly, muscles protesting in a way that vividly reminded her of the night before. Warmth bloomed low in her belly, cheeks flushing at the memories that immediately surfaced.

Roman’s steady heartbeat thudded softly beneath her cheek, his chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. His arm curved possessively around her waist, anchoring her to his side even in sleep.

She smiled faintly, brushing a lazy fingertip along the defined lines of his abdomen, her mind drifting over everything that had happened–not just last night, but the week behind them. Her life had turned into a whirlwind of danger and passion. But it was so much more that what she had shared with Dan. Here, tucked against Roman, it felt like the most natural place to be.

His hand tightened slightly at her waist, signaling he was awake.

Blair lifted her head, chin resting lightly on his chest as she met his gaze. Roman watched her quietly, eyes dark and thoughtful in the hazy morning light.

“Morning,” she murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.

Roman reached up to stroke a thumb over her cheek, the gentle touch sending warmth spiraling through her chest. “Sleep well?”

Her lips curved slowly. “Eventually.”

His answering smirk was faintly wicked. “Good. That means I did my job properly.”

Blair laughed softly, dropping her forehead against his chest with an exasperated sigh. “You’re impossible.”

He brushed his knuckles along the curve of her spine, voice dipping lower. “And yet, you like me anyway.”

“Unfortunately,” she teased, nuzzling his shoulder. “I do.”

For a long moment, neither moved, simply absorbing the quiet intimacy of the morning. Blair closed her eyes, soaking in his warmth and the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. But Roman broke the silence first, his tone casual, yet carrying a hint of seriousness she couldn’t ignore.

“We should talk about the wedding.”

Blair stilled, lifting her head again, brows pulling together. “The wedding?”

“Yes,” Roman said evenly, watching her reaction closely. “We’ve avoided setting a date. It’s time we fixed that.”

anticipation and nerves twisting in her chest. “I thought we had

hip. “We do, but there’s no reason to delay it. I want you

him carefully, searching for the hidden meaning behind his

I proposed when I did, but she’s not why I want to marry you now. I want it because I

his voice sent a pleasant shiver down her

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world to know it. I want you wearing my ring and

ansogant sometimes rutes–and yet right now, in this bed, he was just a man making

gently at her lower in Howsonwere you

is morements eyes holding hers firmly. Within the next

widened “Weeks Are you

know what we want. I want a wife. You want sorty nd subility. There’s no point dragging

at her lips betrayed her

sofly against hers. If romance is what you want, sweetheart, I’ll give it to you. But let’s set

lips Fine. Let’s talk dates. But if we’re doing this fast, we’re

pulling back to meet her gaze again. “Family, close

but meaningful

inside her, making her heart feel

cheek once more, voice softer now. “Then it’s settled. You pick

laughed softly, shaking her head slightly. “That sounds suspiciously like you’re just going to tell someone else to

a brow, lips twitching. “Oh, trust me, Blair. For this,

despite herself. “You don’t have to

her chin up slightly. “I want

once.”

warmth rushing

firmly, expression serious. “Only once. You’re it

soft breath,

silenced her with another lingering kiss, slow and tender, erasing any hesitation or doubt. By the time he finally pulled back, Blair’s heart