Chapter 13
As Blair arrived back at the office, Peters had offered to take her things to Roman’s estate after dropping her oft By the time she stepped off the lift to their floor, she was completely emotionally wiped.
Kara came out from behind her desk when she saw Blair. “Are you coming for drinks tonight?”
Blair had totally forgotten that today was Friday. Which gave her a little thrill knowing she and Roman would have the weekend together. She was sure there would be so much he had planned for her.
“Hm, I had..” How was she going to get out of it? Blair went at least every two weeks for an hour at least. She and Dan would often go together. Would he take Laura? “I’m not sure I can this week.” Blair needed to find out about Roman’s plans first.
Kara smiled. “Are you doing something with Dan this weekend?”
Everyone knew at the office that Blair had been engaged. Now she wasn’t. Surprised that she didn’t care everyone knowing the truth and what a dog Dan was. Some would slap him on the back, thinking he was a stud, but most will look down on him. “Dan and I are no longer together.”
Kara looked surprised at the news. “What? Why?”
Blair shrugged. “I don’t like cheaters, and Dan isn’t happy with just one woman. I’m not sure about tonight.”
Kara gasped at her. “Why that dirty dog.”
“Now you can understand why I’m not wearing my ring.” Blair showed her bare hand.
“Blair, do you need any help? Somewhere to live for a while? Let me know. I would help you out.”
Blair was touched by the offer. “Thanks Kara, but I’m fine. I have somewhere. I better go. Has Roman finished with the marketing team?”
“Yes, they filed out of there about 15 minutes ago. I just put through a call from finance.” Kara let her know.
Blair nodded before heading towards Roman’s office. Opening the door after a soft knock.
Blair stepped into the office. He sat behind his desk on the phone, his tie slightly loosened, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. His eyes flicked up as she entered, and for a moment, they locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
He didn’t stop talking, but his hand moved, gesturing subtly toward the door. His fingers curled once, twice, a silent command. Lock it.
She hesitated, her heart already pounding, but did it. Closing the door and turning the lock, the click echoed. When she turned back, Roman’s gaze was still on her, heavy lidded. He pointed to the spot between him and his desk, his other hand cradling the phone to his ear as he continued speaking about something she couldn’t quite focus on. Her heart was beating too loudly in her ears.
Blair crossed the room slowly, her pulse racing. She stopped where he’d indicated, hands at her sides. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes trailing over her from head to toe.
She stepped back until her thighs touched the edge of his desk. Roman tilted his head regarding her before he reached out with his fingers grazing the hem of her skirt. Blair’s breath hitched, but she stayed perfectly still, her eyes locked on his face. His expression gave nothing away. Only the faintest flaring of his nostrils as his hand slipped beneath her skirt told her she was effecting him.
Her underwear was gone in one smooth motion, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled them down and off before he set them aside on the desk. She felt vulnerable, but with the door locked, she felt safe enough for this.
Roman murmured into the phone. The sound of his deeper voice registered to her more than his words. He was turned on just like her.
With his free hand, he guided her gently but firmly until she was sitting on the edge of his desk, facing him. The cool wood pressing against her thighs as she balanced herself. He then spread her legs apart. Holy hell.
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Her eyes never left his, his voice steady on the phone. His fingers ran along her skin then trailed higher, teasingly light along her inner thigh.
Blair bit her lip to stifle a sound, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
His fingers found their target, brushing against her wetness, and she nearly gasped aloud. Her hips twitched and his grip tightened on the phone.
“Yes, I understand,” Roman said into the phone, his tone businesslike. “We’ll have the numbers by the end of the day.” His fingers circled slowly around her clit, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continued his call. He was enjoying this.
Blair closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, but every movement of his hand sent heat shooting through her. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in tight, controlled circles as his fingers slid inside her. He scissored his fingers in her just enough, making her gasp.
She bit down on her lip, her nails digging into the desk as she fought to stay quiet. Anything to stop herself from crying out.
Roman’s voice remained calm. His conversation continued, but his fingers worked her ruthlessly. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to draw out every sensation until she was trembling, her thighs squeezing around his hand. She could feel herself on the edge of losing control, her body coiled tighter, desperate for release.
And then, abruptly, he just stopped.
Blair’s eyes flew open, her chest heaving as she stared at him in shock. Roman held her gaze, his expression unreadable as he finished his call. “I want the numbers by 5pm in my email,” he said smoothly.
He set the phone down, the silence of the office suddenly deafening. For a long moment, they didn’t move, just watched each other. Then, without a word, Roman stood, his hands moving to her hips as he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Blair’s breath caught as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers.
The position shocked Blair. His face was level to her core. She had never experienced this before and wasn’t sure how she felt about it. In some ways, having a man go down on her was more intimate than having intercourse.
His hands slid up her thighs, spreading them wider, and then his mouth was on her, scorching hot.
“Ro-” Blair cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders as pleasure crashed over her in waves. His tongue was relentless, swirling and stroking, driving her higher and higher until she was gasping, her body arching off the desk.
“Roman,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as his hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. She could feel the tension building again until she was
certain she would shatter.
“Let go,” he commanded, his voice muffled but firm against her skin. And when she did, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
The moment Blair’s climax subsided, Roman stood, his lips wet with her desire. He didn’t say a word, His eyes locked onto hers as he unzipped his pants. Once he was free, he wasted no time rolling on a condom. Blair’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, but she couldn’t look
away.
Roman stepped closer, his hands gripping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the desk. She gasped as the cool wood pressed into her heated skin. His voice was low, as he ordered. “Legs around me, Blair.”
Her ankles hooking behind his back as he positioned himself. He rubbed his sex through her lower lips for a moment, his gaze burning into hers, before he thrusted into her hard, so deep she felt his balls touch her bottom.
Blair cried out, her fingers squeezing onto the edge of the desk, trying to stop herself from moving across the desk with the force of his thrust.
Roman didn’t give her time to catch her breath/His rhythm was almost pagan. Each stroke pushed her closer to the edge again.
“You feel so good, so hot,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.
Her moans grew louder, her body arching into his with every thrust. Roman’s hands slid up her sides, tugging at her blouse until her breasts were free. He bent his head, his mouth closing over one peak, sucking and nipping until she was moving uncontrollably beneath him.
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“Please,” she begged.
Roman pulled back slightly, his grip tightening on her hips as he smiled darkly. “You want more? Harder.” He then did the unthinkable, pulling out of her but not for long.
The world spun as he lifted her off the desk, spinning her around in one smooth motion until she was facing the polished surface. Blair braced herself on her elbows. Her feet just touched the floor, her breath coming in tagged gasps as Roman positioned himself behind her. His hands reamed over her curves, squeezing and caressing before they settled on her hips again.
When he entered her this time, it was deeper than before.
Blair gasped as he drove into her with unrelenting force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and she could feel the slickness between her thighs growing with every movement.
“Fuck,” Roman muttered under his breath, his pace increasing. “I love the way your pussy feels.”
She whimpered. Her core clenched around him instinctively, drawing a guttural groan from Roman.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice harsh with desire. “Take everything I give you. Squeeze my cock.”
His hands moved to her shoulders, pressing her down harder against the desk. Blair’s cheek flattened against the cool surface, as Roman gripped her hips and pulled her back to meet his pounding. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
Every nerve in her body was alive with pleasure. She could feel herself almost falling over the edge, her muscles tensing as the pressure coiled tighter. Roman leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear, his voice a low growl.
“Come for me, Blair.”
The order broke the dam on her control. Her body convulsed, her cries muffled by the desk as pleasure exploded through her in waves. Roman’s pace faltered for a moment, his own release hitting him as he buried himself deep inside her. His grip on her hips tightened almost painfully as he groaned her name, his voice unrestrained.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies intertwined and their breathing loud. Finally, Roman straightened, gently pulling out of her and helping her up until she was standing on shaky legs. He turned her to face him, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her deeply, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She could taste herself on his lips.
When he pulled back, his expression was softer, though no less intense. “Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face, making her realize her hair had come down. Not surprising.
It took the ringing of the phone on Roman’s desk for her to remember where they were.
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