Chapter 8

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,