In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel 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 anyway."

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

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.

"Stop asking, I'm more sure than I've ever been about anything," she replied without hesitation.

He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust. The feeling of him filling her, completing her, was overwhelming. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. She felt stretched to her limit.

"God, Keira," he breathed against her ear. "You feel incredible."

He began to move, setting a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies finding a perfect rhythm that felt so good.

The rhythm between them grew more desperate, more urgent. What started as gentle exploration transformed into something primal and consuming. Alexei's restraint shattered completely as Keira's nails raked down his sweaty back, her body arching beneath him.

"Harder," she gasped against his ear, her voice rough with need.

He responded immediately, his hips driving into her with increased force. The narrow cot creaked beneath them with each powerful thrust, but neither cared about the noise. The world had narrowed to this moment, this connection between them. He was hitting somewhere inside her she had never experienced before.

Keira's breath came in short pants as he pounded into 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 thoroughly claimed, so completely possessed.

"Like that," she whispered, her legs tightening around his waist. "Don't stop."

Alexei's control was gone 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 skin against skin echoed in the small space, mingling with their ragged breathing and muffled cries.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. "So perfect."

The words sent heat spiraling through her core. She could feel another orgasm building, more intense than the first. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing a harsh curse from his lips.

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