p. Dan had been the problem all along. She didn't even love Roman. Found him to be all too arrogant. But what she was feeli

was a flicker of something else in his eyes... something that made her stomach twist. Was it amusement? Hunger? She wasn't sure, but she didn't ca

She had been with Dan and only Dan. Now she

n it tightening. "I... I... need to know," she whispered

piercing gray eyes. "Normal for what?" he asked softly, his tone almost teasing. H

jealous about it now or overly heartbroken. She was angry, mad and shocked that she hadn't picked up on the affair. No, she couldn't say it, but she didn't want to com

" she admitted, her voice barely above

her, and he reached up, gently prying her fingers off his tie. But instead

voice low and smooth, like silk. It ca

pulse racing as she stared into his eyes. "Everything," she said finally, her voice firm despite

ent, his thumb brushing light

drinking. Tomorrow you could regret this and with the amount

hich echoed with the same throbbing of her core. Picking up his gold pen and the notepad on his desk. Quickly she wrote a statement before

gaze before he dropped his eyes. He read aloud what she had scribbled down. "I, Blair Warner of sound mind, give permission for

ere." Roman settled back on the lounge, putting his hands on his knees. She saw his fingers clench and turn white as if he was stopping himself from reaching for her.

asked, his voice soft but serious. "O

e. She was about to throw herself at her boss, a man who had always been professional, alway

ly, her voice steady despi

and to touch her, "Kneel in front of me," Not giving h

through the long blonde length that reached her bottom. "Fuck, I knew you had long hair, but this is a wet dream." Blair never wor

misole under the jacket that had a buil

Do it." There was a growl in his v

pulling it off her shoulders and down her arms,

he thin fabric of the cami. Lifting a hand from his knee, he rubbed a finger ov

wanted to be comfortable. Also, making sure it wasn't obvious that she was braless. Blair gr

" he instructed, his voice lo

with her, and she hadn't even thought of it. But Dan had been talking dirt

y audible. "And tingly. Like my whole body is ali

l of her breast. "Good," he said simply. "That's good, Blair.

e want that? All she knew was that she needed m

haky. Not one hundred percent sure

ips. It was soft at first, barely more than a brush of skin against skin, but

, something warm and masculine that was making her hotter. If she hadn't been kneeling on the floor, she would have

ips, his hands cupping her breasts and

hrough her. His touch was exquisite, every stroke of his thumbs o

, her voice raw wi

r rolled her head ro

preading his legs wider, making his legs cage her in even more. He watche