In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 174

Keira's heart hammered against her ribs as she stumbled out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. She'd fallen asleep in just an oversized t-shirt, that hit around mid-thigh and panties. She was acutely aware of how little she was wearing as she padded toward the front door. Her bare nipples already pushing against her t-shirt just by the sound of his voice.

"Keira, please!" Alexei's voice came again, more urgent this time. "I need to see you."

She reached the door and pressed her palm against it, her pulse racing. "Alexei? How did you—what are you doing here?"

"Open the door," he said, "Please."

Without a second thought, she turned the locks and pulled the door open. Alexei stood outside her door, looking nothing like the man she was used to seeing. His dark hair was disheveled, he wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans instead of his usual tailored suits, lets not forget nudity… But the one thing she had never seen him in was jeans. Fuck he looked hot.

"Jesus, Alexei," she breathed. "What are you doing here. You're supposed to be at the hospital overnight. Where are your bodyguards?"

"I snuck out." His gaze swept over her, taking in her bare legs beneath the oversized shirt, the way her blonde hair fell in waves around her shoulders. Something dark and hungry flickered in his expression. "They think I'm sleeping."

"You can't be here," she said, even as her body betrayed her by leaning toward him. "The hospital—"

"I don't give a fuck what the hospital wants" He stepped closer, backing her into her apartment. The door swung shut behind him with a soft click. "I had to see you. I had to know..."

"Know what?" The words came out barely above a whisper.

"That you were ok." His eyes locked on hers, intense and searching.

"I tried to see you before I left the hospital, but your guard dog wouldn't let me in."

"I figured."

Keira frowned. "Mitchell didn't tell you I came by your room." The man had told her he would.

Alexei laughed. "He would have. Most likely later. Once I was on the flight home."

Keira's throat went dry. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly self-conscious about how little she was wearing, how exposed she felt under his hot gaze. "When do you leave."

"Most likely tomorrow afternoon. My father wants to see me after what happened."

"How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know," Alexei admitted, his voice rough. "Could be days. Could be weeks. My father wants to see me personally, and there will be investigations, security reviews..."

Keira didn't want him to go just yet. God, she sounded so weak. She felt like kicking her own ass. The man wasn't leaving for good. She kept telling herself to get a grip.

"So, this is goodbye," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. He had fired her and he hadn't said anything about that not being the case.

"No." The word came out fierce, almost angry. His eyes dropped to where her nipples were visible through the fabric of her shirt still, "That's why I'm here. I couldn't leave without—" He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "Fuck talking."

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, his hands framing her face as he crashed his mouth against hers. The kiss was desperate, hungry.

His tongue slipped past her lips, demanding entry, and Keira's breath hitched. She didn't resist. Instead, her body tilted forward as need tangled inside her. The kiss was rough and raw with all the frustration neither of them voiced.

Alexei's hands found the small of her back, pulling her closer, pressing into the curve of her body so she could feel his hard cock through her t-shirt and his jeans. Keira's fingers tangled in his hair, running her nails over his scalp. He groaned in her mouth, and the vibration shot wildfire to her core, and she could feel herself flood with wetness.

When their lips finally parted, they stood there breathing hard. "I wasn't going to leave without making this right," Alexei said, voice husky. "You're not just my assistant, Keira. You're... more."

Keira swallowed hard, "You fired me remember."

"I didn't fire you because I didn't want you," Alexei growled, his hands tightening on her waist. "I fired you because I can't keep my fucking hands off you, and I was removing the problem."

Heat flooded Keira's cheeks. "So, you thought firing me would solve that?"

"I didn't mean it." His thumb traced her bottom lip. "We were equals."

"That's the stupidest shit I have ever heard," she breathed, but she didn't pull away.

"Maybe." His mouth curved into that devastating smirk. "But it worked, didn't it? You're not pushing me away not now and not then."

"I should be." Her hands fisted in his shirt. "You're leaving in a few hours."

"Then let's not waste time talking about it." His voice dropped to that dangerous register that made her knees weak. "Let me show you what I really came here for."

Keira's pulse quickened at his words, at the raw hunger in his voice. She should be sensible, should ask about his head injury, should remind him that showing up at her apartment in the middle of the night was reckless.

"No." His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, pausing. "Trust me, Keira Warner. You have seen nothing yet."

The admission hung between them, before she could respond, he was lifting her shirt over her head, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

"Christ," he breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her bare breasts. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered."

Heat flooded her cheeks, but she didn't cover herself. Instead, she reached for his shirt, yanking it over his head to reveal the chest she'd become intimate with. Her hands flattened against his warm skin, feeling his heart racing beneath her palms.

"Your turn to be honest," he said, his hands moving to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her already hard nipples. "What do you want from me?"

Keira gasped at his touch, her back arching into his hands. "Everything," she admitted. "I want everything."

"Then you'll have it." His mouth descended to her breast, tongue circling her nipple before he drew it between his lips. Keira cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as sensations made her body arc into him. He lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, until she was writhing against him trying to ride his cock through his jeans.

"Alexei, please," she gasped.

Her cry spurred him. He pulled off her nipple with a wet sound, his tongue flicking once more before he dragged his mouth up her sternum. His hands pinned her wrists above her head, locking her wrists together.

"Please what?" his voice rasped, heat laced through every syllable.

Her thighs pressed together in need. "Please—I just…" She moaned breathlessly. "I need you."

The corner of his mouth curved into something a little more than she was used to. "You'll get me." His lips brushed her ear. "But I'll take you my way first. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she whispered.

That was all he needed. He released her wrists only to guide her down on the edge of the bed. Alexei stood in front of her, staring down at her body like a man that owned her.

"On your knees." His tone cracked through her body.

Keira slid off the bed to the carpet, chest heaving, nipples hard from his sucking and anticipation. She sank to her knees without thought or breaking eye contact, not once pretending she wasn't aroused by the dominance threading his voice. The control. It made her core ache worse than anything else. Oh my god.

Alexei used one hand and tangled in her blonde hair and dragged her closer, until her face pressed against the heavy line of his cock constrained by denim. "Ever wondered why I make every woman I sleep with sign an NDA?"