Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 170

She turned toward him, her hands working at his belt. “Your turn.”

But he caught her hands again, his expression suddenly serious. “Keira, we need to talk about protection.”

Reality crashed back in. They were in a warehouse, held captive, with no access to contraception. The responsible thing would be to stop, to wait until they were safe and could take.

proper precautions.

But looking into his eyes, feeling the connection between them that had nothing to do with physical attraction and everything to do with something deeper, she found she didn’t care about being responsible. They may never get another chance at this. If things went badly she wanted to experience this. Forget doing the right thing.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of stopping when they were both so far gone.

“No,” she admitted. “But it wouldn’t matter. I couldn’t get to it

His jaw tightened. “If we do this, you could get pregnant.”

anyway.”

The words made her freeze, thinking of her cycle. “I should be okay. Wrong time of the month.” It wasn’t entirely true, it was close, but she didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop. Not now. She needed him regardless of what came later.

Something flickered in his eyes, control warring with desire. “Keira…”

“I know the risks,” she said firmly. “I’m choosing this. Choosing you. Please.”

For a moment she thought he might argue, might do the responsible thing for once which would really piss her off. Then his control snapped completely. He kissed her hard, pouring all his pent–up need into the connection of their mouths. She could taste herself and it pushed her renewed desire into overdrive.

She helped him out of his remaining clothes, her hands shaking with anticipation. When he was finally naked beside her, she took a moment to appreciate the full picture. He was beautiful, all lean muscle and golden skin, exactly as magnificent as the tabloid photos had suggested but somehow more real, more hers. “Shit, you are hung.”

“Keira.”

“Sorry but it had to be said.” She had never seen one so big. She wasn’t talking stupid like you would read about in women’s books. But it had to be a good length; the thing that worried her was how thick he was. Was that normal?

He positioned himself above her, his weight supported on his forearms, making her forget her line of thinking once he nudged her, oh god the heat.

“Are you sure?” he asked but she could hear he was so close.

I’m more sure than I’ve ever been about

entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust. The feeling of him filling her, completing her, was overwhelming. She wrapped her

Keira,” he breathed against her ear. “You

that was both gentle and demanding. She met him thrust for thrust,

more desperate, more urgent. What started as gentle exploration

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Keira’s nails raked down his sweaty back, her body

against his ear, her voice rough

each powerful thrust but neither cared about the noise.

her, each stroke hitting deeper than the last hitting that spot. The intensity was almost overwhelming, but she craved more. She’d never felt so

her legs tightening around his

entirely now. He grabbed her thigh pulling it higher up his body as he drove into her relentlessly, his movements rough and demanding. The sound of

with the effort of

core. She could feel another orgasm building, more intense than the first. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing a harsh curse

shoulders. She knew she would be leaving marks on

me,” he commanded, his rhythm becoming even more punishing. “Let

his words and the relentless pace pushed her over the edge. She bit down on his shoulder to muffle her

the

her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced. Her body convulsed around him, muscles

waves.

left him shaking. He buried his face in

her with a low, guttural

breathing hard. Keira’s body still trembled with aftershocks, oversensitive and sated. She clamped down on him one

weight pressed her into the thin mattress, but she didn’t want

when

head to look at her, his eyes still dark with

than okay.” She traced the line of his

he finished

being with him like this. The desperation of their situation had stripped away all pretense,

didn’t withdraw

surprising herself with the