Chapter 8 Oops

Blair opened her eyes to the sunlight filtering through the curtains. She blinked slowly, her mind fuzzy with sleep, and for a moment, she was disoriented.

Then, memory flooded back... the office, getting drunk and having sex with her boss, the way Roman had taken control of her body and left her trembling in his arms. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, but beneath the embarrassment lingered a deep, aching satisfaction. Holy shit. What the hell has she got herself into?

She shifted ever so slightly, prompting Roman's arm, which was draped over her waist, to tighten on her. He was lying behind her, his breath steady against the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her arms and filling her body with a rush of excitement.

Blair felt his length pressing against her ass, already semi-hard and twitching with awareness. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he wasn't fully asleep. He was awake, just waiting for her to wake up.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice gravelly, roughened with sleep. It sent shivers down her spine. His hand slid upward, cupping her breast gently before tweaking her nipple. "You feel good, soft..."

Blair bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. The night before had been an uncharted territory for her, new experiences that she had not fully anticipated. Who would have thought that Roman could be such a demanding lover? How could she look at him and not think of them together? Roman naked, demanding and oh so sexy as he bossed her around.

He had taken her twice more once he had gotten her to his apartment. Not one of those times had been in a bed. The second time had been on the floor just inside the entryway and the third had been in the shower with her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her to the stone wall.

Now, with the sunlight breaking through the haze of arousal and she was sober, a flicker of doubt crept in. What next? They worked together. He was her boss. This couldn't go on forever, could it? Would he want her to resign?

Roman seemed to sense her inner turmoil. His grip on her tightened, and he pressed closer, his morning wood nudging insistently between her thighs. "Don't overthink it," he said, his tone firm. "Just be here with me."

He didn't wait for her to agree. With one swift motion, he lifted up her leg over his hip and slid into her from behind. Blair cried out in pleasure at the sudden movement and the fullness of him.

His fingers skimmed down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping between her legs from the front. Blair gasped as his finger found her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.

"You're already wet for me," he noted, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you like my cock inside you."

Blair swallowed hard, her throat dry. Her brain had short-circuited when he entered her. "I... I like it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good girl," he praised, leaning in to kiss her neck briefly before shifting her position. He rolled them so she was on her stomach with him behind her, his cock never leaving her body. He moved his knees onto the bed between her legs.

With one hand, he guided her onto her knees, moving up with her, her ass high in the air. Blair tensed, feeling vulnerable. She had only ever been in the missionary position before Roman.

He stroked her lower back, his hand caressing her in a silent promise of reassurance.

"Relax," he commanded.

He pulled out almost to the tip. Blair held her breath, anticipation building as he teased her with slow, deliberate, shallow strokes. His fingers dug into her hips as he pushed forward, sliding into her body again all the way, balls deep.

"Fuck, you feel good," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "So tight, warm and wet for me."

Blair moaned softly, her body gripping him tightly as he filled her completely. Once he was seated deep inside her, he paused, giving her a few seconds. His hands moved to her shoulders, kneading the tension from her muscles as he began to thrust gently.

"That's it," he murmured. "Take me, Blair. Take everything I give you."

His rhythm quickened, each stroke deeper and more deliberate than the last. Blair's head fell forward, her long hair cascading around her face as she surrendered to the sensation. Roman's fingers trailed down her spine, tickling the sensitive skin there before moving around her front, then lower, cupping her clit once more.

"You like this?" he asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You like being fucked like this, on your hands and knees?"

Blair nodded wordlessly, her voice failing her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Roman chuckled, his thumb circling her clit in time with his thrusts. "Who knew my uptight little secretary could be so wild?"

Blair couldn't talk. Who indeed. She hadn't known because nobody had shown her.

His pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. His balls slapping against the back of her legs. Blair cried out, her body tightening around him as her orgasm built. Roman leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. As he kissed the back of her neck.

"Come for me, Blair," he demanded, his voice commanding. It was an order. "Let me feel your pussy tighten around my cock."

Her body trembled, her walls clenching tightly around him as she approached the edge. Roman's fingers pinched her nipples roughly, the sharp pain sending her hurtling over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing around his cock as she came.

Roman groaned deeply, his own release barreling toward him as he continued to pound into her. "Fuck, Blair," he growled, his voice strained with effort.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, driving into her one final time as he spilled himself deep inside her. Blair collapsed against the mattress, her body still quivering with the force of her climax. Roman pulled out slowly, his movements careful as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. She felt him stiffen behind her. Before he said. "Fuck."

"What?" Blair said, still with her face in the mattress.

"I didn't use anything." Roman's tone was more astonished than anything.

Blair froze, shocked. She had never allowed Dan to come inside of her. Even when the timing was right. They had always used condoms.

"Are you on the pill?" Roman asked from behind her, stroking her hair back from her face.

"No, I'm not." Blair had never taken the pill. She didn't turn to face him, needing to think.

She tried to remember when her period had been. It took her a moment because the thought of being pregnant made her mind go blank.

She could see herself in her sister's Sutton shoes. Looking down the road at single motherhood. Sutton had been determined to keep the baby. Even after the baby's father had dumped her. Blair was looking forward to being an auntie.

They would support each other, as Sutton had taken care of her and Keira after their parents died and they went to live with their aunt and uncle. Having two pregnant single mothers in the family would make auntie Viv lose her mind.

Bringing up a calender in her mind, Blair let out a sigh of relief. "We are safe. I'm due to start my period in a few days."

Roman moved his hand to her chin, turning her head so she would look at him. His gray eyes bored into hers. His expression was unreadable. "I would have taken care of you... of you both. You have nothing to fear."