In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 62

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.”

Her heartbeat quickened slightly, a strange mixture of anticipation and nerves twisting in her chest. “I thought we had more time.”

His expression softened slightly, thumb tracing comforting circles on her hip. “We do, but there’s no reason to delay it. I want you as my wife sooner rather than later.”

Blair studied him carefully, searching for the hidden meaning behind his words. “Is this because of Jessica?”

Roman’s jaw tightened briefly, eyes darkening. “It’s because of us. Jessica might have been the reason I proposed when I did, but she’s not why I want to marry you now. I want it because I want you to belong to me, legally, officially–mine, in every way.”

The possessive edge in his voice sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. “Roman Kingston, are you trying to stake a claim?”

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Chapter 62

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Be dragged in expression entirely polyett. Why wat Were adults. We both know what we want. I want a wife. You want sorty nd subility. There’s no point dragging it out.”

She narrowed her eyes though the smile playing at her lips betrayed her feigned annoyance. “Romantic as always, Roman.”

He leaned in closer bis listing sofly against hers. If romance is what you want, sweetheart, I’ll give it to you. But let’s set a dire first”

Blair let out a soft laugh against his lips Fine. Let’s talk dates. But if we’re doing this fast, we’re keeping it small

“Agreed” he murmured deepening the kiss briefly before pulling back to meet her gaze again. “Family, close friends. Quiet

but meaningful

Warmth blossomed inside her, making her heart feel light. “That sounds perfect.”

He stroked her cheek once more, voice softer now. “Then it’s settled. You pick the date; I’ll handle everything else.”

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

He arched a brow, lips twitching. “Oh, trust me, Blair. For this, I’m handling every detail personally.”

She blinked, touched despite herself. “You don’t have to do that.”

His fingers brushed along her jaw, tipping her chin up slightly. “I want to. It’s our wedding. And I’m only planning to do this

once.”

The certainty in his voice sent warmth rushing through her chest. “Only once?”

Roman nodded firmly, expression serious. “Only once. You’re it for me, Blair.”

She sucked in a soft breath, eyes stinging unexpectedly. “Roman..”

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

“You’re it for me, too,” she whispered softly, pressing her forehead gently against his.

His hand moved slowly over her belly, the touch deliberate. “Good. Because there’s a very real possibility you could already be carrying my baby after everything we’ve done without protection.”

Blair’s breath caught, eyes widening. They’d discussed children vaguely, but to hear it said out loud–to realize it might already be happening–made her pulse quicken. “I.. I know. I thought about it. How do you feel about that?”

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