Chapter 5 Sign On The Dotted Line

Her heart pounded in her chest. Just by his kiss was enough to tell her there had been something wrong with her relationship. Dan had been the problem all along. She didn't even love Roman. Found him to be all too arrogant. But what she was feeling from just his kiss was more than she had felt with heavy petting when Dan touched her. Blair pulled back to stare at him.

Her boss raised an eyebrow. His expression... Blair was trying to put a word to it. "Blair, is everything alright?" His voice was calm, but there 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 care. Not right now. Her mind was whirling with her own emotions. She could feel the heat between her legs and how wet she had become from one kiss.

Blair wasn't sure if she should be ashamed. She had been with Dan and only Dan. Now she was getting all hot and heavy with her boss.

She leaned in closer. She still held his tie, her grip on it tightening. "I... I... need to know," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "If... if this is normal."

His lips quirked into a half-smile, and he tilted his head, studying her with those piercing gray eyes. "Normal for what?" he asked softly, his tone almost teasing. He reached forward to run his fingers down her face. His eyes followed their movement.

Blair bit her lip, her mind racing. How could she explain this? She couldn't just blurt out that she'd seen her fiancé fucking someone else... that she didn't even feel 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 come across.... What? Something that wouldn't make her sound like a complete flake or shallow. She needed to see if something was wrong with her. She needed to feel wanted.

"I... I don't know how to describe it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I need you to show me."

The look in his eyes was so hot that she could feel the heat of them scorch her, and he reached up, gently prying her fingers off his tie. But instead of pulling away, he wrapped his fingers around hers, holding them tightly.

"Show you what, Blair?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, like silk. It caused goosebumps to appear on her arms.

She swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her pulse racing as she stared into his eyes. "Everything," she said finally, her voice firm despite the way her hands were shaking. "I need to know if I'm normal. If... if I feel the way I should."

He studied her for a long moment, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of her hand.

"Blair, I'm not sure this would be a good idea. You have been drinking. Tomorrow you could regret this and with the amount you have drunk. It might seem like I took advantage of you."

Blair wanted to know, and Roman was a skilled lover. She got up from the lounge and walked over to his desk, heart pounding in her chest, which 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 signing it, then went back to where he was, standing in front of him between his legs. She looked down at him as she handed him the notepad.

Silently, he took the pad from her, not taking his eyes from her face. Turning the notepad around. He watched her with an intent gaze before he dropped his eyes. He read aloud what she had scribbled down. "I, Blair Warner of sound mind, give permission for Roman Kingston to fuck me, Blair Warner, in any which way he so chooses. Signed Blair Warner. At least you know what day it is."

Roman dropped the pad beside him on the lounge, then lifted his eyes to her face again. "In any which way I choose, Blair. You could be playing a very dangerous game here." 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. The sight of him and the deepening sound of his voice only increased her need. Sending shivers down her spine. Blair pressed her thighs together. She felt like moaning.

"Are you sure about this, Blair?" he asked, his voice soft but serious. "Once we start, there's no going back."

She hesitated for a moment, her mind reeling with doubts. What was she doing? This was insane. She was about to throw herself at her boss, a man who had always been professional, always kept his distance. And yet... there was something he made her feel... even in this madness.

"I'm sure," she said finally, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest.

He nodded, his expression darkening before lifting a hand to touch her, "Kneel in front of me," Not giving her time to question him, he guided her onto the floor.

Before he leaned forward, putting his hands behind her head, and removed the pins and hair band from her hair. He ran his fingers through the long blonde length that reached her bottom. "Fuck, I knew you had long hair, but this is a wet dream." Blair never wore her hair out at work. He played with her hair for a moment longer as he spread it out over her shoulders. "Take your jacket off."

Blair bit her lip. She only had on a camisole under the jacket that had a built in shelf, so she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Blair, however I choose, remember? Do it." There was a growl in his voice that did things to her insides.

Blair undid the two buttons of her light jacket, pulling it off her shoulders and down her arms, then off. Letting it drop behind her, uncaring.

He sucked in his breath when he saw her nipples were hard and pressed against the thin fabric of the cami. Lifting a hand from his knee, he rubbed a finger over one beaded nipple. "Pretty. Do you normally come to the office without a bra?"

Blair shook her head. Saying in a shaky, breathy voice. "No, only when we fly." Because she wanted to be comfortable. Also, making sure it wasn't obvious that she was braless. Blair groaned as Roman brought his thumb into play and pinched her nipple. Making her close her eyes.

"Tell me what you're feeling," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "Be honest."

Blair opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Dan had never been a talker in bed with her, and she hadn't even thought of it. But Dan had been talking dirty to Laura. Maybe it added a layer of excitement that she had been missing.

"It's... it's hot," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "And tingly. Like my whole body is alive.... almost on fire and my skin feels too tight."

He smiled faintly, his thumb brushing lightly across the swell of her breast. "Good," he said simply. "That's good, Blair. Now, tell me you are going to do everything I tell you to do."

She blinked, her mind momentarily blank. Did she want that? All she knew was that she needed more from him than just him touching her breast.

"I... I Yes," she said, her voice shaky. Not one hundred percent sure what she was letting herself in for.

He nodded. Without another word, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It was soft at first, barely more than a brush of skin against skin, but it quickly deepened, his tongue slipping between her lips to explore her mouth.

Blair's hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she surrendered to the kiss. His taste was intoxicating, something warm and masculine that was making her hotter. If she hadn't been kneeling on the floor, she would have found herself there. She moaned softly, her body melting against his as the kiss grew more passionate, more demanding.

"Beautiful," he murmured against her lips, his hands cupping her breasts and kneading them gently through her cami.

Blair gasped, her head tilting back as a surge of pleasure shot through her. His touch was exquisite, every stroke of his thumbs over her nipples sending waves of heat cascading through her body.

"More," she begged, her voice raw with need. "Please."

He pulled back. Blair rolled her head round to meet his gaze.

Roman settled his shoulders back on the lounge, slid down a few inches, spreading his legs wider, making his legs cage her in even more. He watched her for a moment before saying. "Now be a good girl and undo my pants."