In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound in the bathroom as Roman unbuttoned his shirt, cach slow movement drawing Blair’s eyes upward like a magnet.

Steam clung to the air, curling around her skin, already warm and damp from the bath. But it was nothing compared to the heat building behind her ribs.

Roman’s eyes stayed locked on hers. Not rushed. Not greedy. Just that same, unrelenting focus that made her feel like the only thing that existed.

He let the shirt fall. Then the belt. Then the pants. Every piece of him revealed in silence, no need for theatrics. His body was all lines and tension–shoulders broad, chest carved from discipline, not vanity. He was a work of art.

“Move forward.”

Blair’s breath caught as he stepped into the water behind her. The heat shifted with him, the water lapping softly against the porcelain.

He didn’t grab. He didn’t demand. He just settled in, legs parting as she leaned back into him, her spine against his chest, his arms curling around her like armor.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp shoulder. “Whatever you need.”

She closed her eyes, breathing him in. This was what safety felt like. “I need you.”

His hands began to move. Not hurried. Not hungry. Just deliberate. Exploring.

He started with her arms, fingers tracing slow lines from shoulder to wrist, back up again, down to her waist, then circling her ribs with featherlight touches. His thumbs skimmed just under the waterline, making her stomach tighten. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“You’re still tense,” Roman said quietly, his mouth brushing her ear.

“I’m trying,” she whispered. “You calm me.”

He smiled into her skin. “Let me take the rest.”

One hand slid up, cupping her breast under the water, thumb dragging lightly over her nipple until it tightened beneath his touch. She gasped softly, arching just a little, and that was all the encouragement he needed. His other hand moved lower, slipping between her thighs, spreading her legs slowly until her knees pressed against the slick porcelain edge.

He circled her clit with a maddening softness, teasing her with slow, precise movements that made her thighs twitch.

“Roman…” she breathed, the heat under her skin no longer rage–just need. Pure, hungry need.

“I know, baby.” His voice was thick now, hoarse. “I’ve been thinking about this. About you. You looked so fucking good today, standing up for yourself like that. You don’t even know how hard that made me.”

Her hand slid down to his thigh behind her, nails biting into muscle.

“I wanted to get you home, rip that dress off, and bend you over in the best way,” he said against her neck, kissing his way down to her shoulder again. “But now… I just want to feel you melt for me.”

He pushed two fingers inside her, slow and steady. Blair gasped, hips rolling involuntarily. The water sloshed softly as his fingers moved with agonizing control. He curled them just right, just enough to make her moan.

“Roman, please…”

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His other hand worked her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, while he whispered, “Let me feel you come on my fingers first.”

He started scissoring his fingers in and out of her, stretching her.

Her orgasm built slow, relentless, drawn from her with expert patience. He didn’t rush. He just coaxed, watching every twitch of her muscles, every gasp from her lips. When she finally cried out, her body locking in his arms, he held her through it, whispering how beautiful she was. How strong. How his.

Blair had barely caught her breath before she turned in the water, straddling his lap. The bath sloshed, threatening to spill over the edge, but she didn’t care. Roman’s cock was hard against her thigh, hot and heavy beneath the surface.

She looked him dead in the eyes. “I want you inside me.”

Roman gripped her hips. “Are you sure? After everything today… I would understand…”

“I need it,” she said. “I need you.”

That was all it took.

He shifted, lifting her just enough to position himself. She braced herself on his shoulders as he sank into her, slow, thick, and deep. They both gasped.

“Fuck, Blair…” he growled, head falling back against the bath edge. “You feel so good. So tight.”

She moved against him, slow at first, rolling her hips until they found that rhythm that made her breath catch. The water rippled around them, every movement sending heat curling low in her belly again.

His hands never left her. One gripped her waist, guiding her pace. The other came up to tangle in her hair, tugging gently as she rode him, her breasts brushing his chest with every thrust.

Their mouths met–hot, wet, desperate. Not just kissing, but consuming. His tongue matched the tempo of his thrusts, relentless, demanding, until she broke away with a whimper.

“Roman…”

“Tell me.”

“I’m close.”

“Then come. Fucking come, Blair.”

She did, again, her body locking around him, her nails digging into his back. She didn’t even care that the water sloshed violently over the tub’s edge.

Blair didn’t care that her voice echoed in the marble bathroom.

Roman rose from the water in one fluid motion, water cascading down his chest in rivulets that caught the low light. His eyes never left hers. Hunger. Possession. Every inch of him was carved from tension, his control held together by the thinnest thread.

“Up,” he ordered, voice low but firm.

Blair’s breath hitched. She moved, shaky legs rising out of the bath. The air hit her skin, cool and sharp against the heat burning beneath her flesh. Roman stepped toward her, not bothering with a towel. He grabbed one and roughly ran it down her body–efficient, fast. Not gentle.

“Hands on the vanity.” Her pulse stuttered. She didn’t hesitate.

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The moment her palms hit the cool marble surface, Roman pressed up behind her. He grabbed her hips, spreading her legs with a knee, then reached up to twist her wet hair in his fist and yank her head back enough to see her eyes in the mirror.

He murmured. “You don’t get to ask. You just take. You understand?”

Blair’s voice trembled. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

His hand slid down the length of her spine, slow and heavy, before trailing lower to cup her ass and squeeze hard. She gasped. Then he spanked her once–sharp, sudden. Her breath caught.

His hand wrapped around her waist, yanking her hips back as he bent her slightly over the counter. “None of your smart mouth now.”

She whimpered.

He bent lower, biting the back of her shoulder–not too hard, just enough to make her shiver–before straightening and lining himself up.

Then he thrust into her in one hard, brutal stroke.

Blair cried out, her fingers scrabbling against the vanity. She was still swollen for her two climaxes. Roman’s hands clamped down on her hips, holding her steady as he pulled back and slammed in again, harder. Rougher.

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