In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 38

Roman’s grip tightened on Blair’s hips as he set her down stepping away from her to lock the door before picking her up in his arms again, she clutched at his shoulders as he took measured steps across the room, pressing her back against the cool glass of the floor–to–ceiling windows. The city stretched out behind her, glittering with sunlight, but all she could focus on was the way his body caged hers in, his presence overpowering. The knowledge that it was reflective glass, so anyone looking up or in couldn’t see them, only made the moment more intense. Because they could do anything.

His fingers trailed up her thighs, slow and deliberate, igniting every nerve along the way. He wasn’t gentle. Roman’s need was too extreme, but she loved that about him. He didn’t pretend. He took what he wanted, and tonight, she was the only thing he wanted.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice dark, edged with impatience. He stepped away to watch her follow his order.

Blair’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, her fingers trembling as she reached for the zipper. Roman watched her, his expression unreadable, but the heat in his gaze burned through her. The moment the fabric pooled at her feet, he exhaled harshly, his hands immediately spanning her waist, pulling her almost bare body flush against his.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his lips finding the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “And you’re mine.”

A shiver ran down her spine at the possessiveness in his voice. She should have pushed back, argued. Now wasn’t the time for this, but she didn’t want to. Not with him. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him better access as his mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing the column of her throat before descending to her breasts.

He sucked one nipple through the lace bra into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak before biting down. just enough to make her gasp. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, but he only groaned in response, his hand sliding between her legs under the matching panties, finding her already drenched.

“Sir,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whimper.

Roman’s body jerked at the word, his grip tightening. “Again.”

Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t hesitate this time. “Sir.”

He rewarded her with a deep, lingering kiss, his fingers pressing against her in slow, teasing circles. Blair writhed against. him, her hands clawing at his shirt as she undid it, desperate to feel his skin. He let her push it off his shoulders, his muscles. tense beneath her touch. She reached for his belt, but before she could undo it, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the glass above her head.

“You don’t get to rush this.” His voice was a warning, his lips brushing over hers. “I’m going to take my time with you, and you’re going to take everything I give you.”

She swallowed hard, nodding.

“Words, Blair.”

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes darkened, his control barely leashed as he let go of her hands. He undid his belt slowly, deliberately, and the anticipation nearly drove her insane. When he finally freed himself, pressing his length against her stomach, she moaned, already desperate to have him inside her.

But Roman wasn’t in a hurry. He spun her again, pressing her chest to the glass, his hand fisting in her hair as he tilted her head to the side, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Look outside,” he commanded. “If they could see you, they’d know exactly who you belong to.”

The sheer filth of his words sent heat pooling between her legs. He nudged her legs apart with his knee, his fingers trailing down her spine before gripping her hips. Then, without warning, he moved her underwear to the side as he thrust into her,

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filling her completely in one deep, punishing stroke.

Blair cried out, her palms flat against the glass as he set a relentless pace, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she was sure she’d bruise. The stretch, the burn… it was almost too much, but she didn’t want him to stop. She needed this. Needed him.

Roman’s hand slid up her stomach, palming her breast as he buried himself deeper. “You take me so fucking well,” he murmured, his teeth scraping along her shoulder. “Like you were made for me.”

She whimpered, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust, her body tightening with every delicious movement. The glass was cool against her heated skin; the contrast making her dizzy. Roman’s grip on her was unrelenting, his body overwhelming, and she loved every second of it.

His free hand slid between her thighs, his fingers circling her clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. Blair’s legs shook, the pleasure was building so fast she could barely breathe.

“Sir, I-”

“I know,” he growled. “Come for me, Blair. Now.”

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