by Jamie Knight
So Good for Me
Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection
So Wrong It’s Right 5
Copyright © 2021
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
This romance collection contains My Billionaire Ex’s Secret Baby, Beloved Pet, Revealing His Virgin, Super Secret Santa, In with the New Baby, Scratching Her Vinyl, Under Lock and Key, Bad Manners, Under the Hawaiian Sun, Stuck Together, My Ex-Boyfriend's Secret Baby, Under the Sheets, Locked Down with Mr. Right and Below Deck.
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Table of Contents
My Billionaire Ex’s Secret Baby
Chapter One - Aiden
Chapter Two - Reagan
Chapter Three - Reagan
Chapter Four - Aiden
Chapter Five - Aiden
Chapter Six - Reagan
Chapter Seven - Reagan
Chapter Eight - Aiden
Chapter Nine - Reagan
Chapter Ten - Aiden
Chapter Eleven - Reagan
Chapter Twelve - Aiden
Chapter Thirteen - Aiden
Chapter Fourteen - Reagan
Chapter Fifteen - Aiden
Chapter Sixteen - Reagan
Epilogue - Reagan
Beloved Pet
Chapter 1 - Jocelyn
Chapter 2 - Jocelyn
Chapter 3 - William
Chapter 4 - Jocelyn
Chapter 5 - William
Chapter 6 - William
Chapter 7 - William
Chapter 8 - William
Chapter 9 - William
Chapter 10 - William
Chapter 11 - Jocelyn
Chapter 12 - William
Chapter 13 - William
Epilogue - Jocelyn
Revealing His Virgin
Chapter One - Becky
Chapter Two - Stellan
Chapter Three - Becky
Chapter Four - Stellan
Chapter Five - Becky
Chapter Six - Stellan
Epilogue - Becky
Super Secret Santa
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
In with the New Baby
Prologue - Lincoln
Chapter 1 - Lincoln
Chapter 2 - Lincoln
Chapter 3 - Amanda
Chapter 4 - Lincoln
Chapter 5 - Amanda
Chapter 6 - Lincoln
Chapter 7 - Lincoln
Chapter 8 - Lincoln
Chapter 9 - Amanda
Chapter 10 - Amanda
Chapter 11 - Lincoln
Chapter 12 - Lincoln
Chapter 13 - Amanda
Chapter 14 - Amanda
Chapter 15 - Lincoln
Chapter 16 - Lincoln
Chapter 17 - Lincoln
Chapter 18 - Lincoln
Chapter 19 - Lincoln
Chapter 20 - Amanda
Chapter 21 - Lincoln
Chapter 22 - Lincoln
Chapter 23 - Amanda
Epilogue - Amanda
Scratching Her Vinyl
Chapter 1 - Juliette
Chapter 2 - Juliette
Chapter 3 - Dominic
Chapter 4 - Juliette
Chapter 5 - Juliette
Chapter 6 - Dominic
Chapter 7 - Juliette
Chapter 8 - Dominic
Chapter 9 - Juliette
Chapter 10 - Dominic
Chapter 11 - Juliette
Chapter 12 - Dominic
Chapter 13 - Dominic
Chapter 14 - Juliette
Chapter 15 - Dominic
Chapter 16 - Juliette
Chapter 17 - Dominic
Chapter 18 - Juliette
Chapter 19 - Juliette
Chapter 20 - Juliette
Chapter 21 - Dominic
Epilogue - Juliette
Under Lock and Key
Chapter 1 - Samantha
Chapter 2 - Ben
Chapter 3 - Ben
Chapter 4 - Samantha
Chapter 5 - Samantha
Chapter 6 - Ben
Chapter 7 - Samantha
Chapter 8 - Ben
Chapter 9 - Samantha
Chapter 10 - Ben
Epilogue - Samantha
Bad Manners
Chapter One - Ann
Chapter Two - Russ
Chapter Three - Ann
Chapter Four - Russ
Chapter Five - Ann
Chapter Six - Ann
Chapter Seven - Ann
Chapter Eight - Russ
Chapter Nine - Ann
Chapter Ten - Russ
Chapter Eleven - Ann
Chapter Twelve - Russ
Chapter Thirteen - Ann
Chapter Fourteen - Ann
Chapter Fifteen - Ann
Chapter Sixteen - Russ
Chapter Seventeen - Ann
Epilogue - Ann
Under the Hawaiian Sun
Chapter 1 - Mary
Chapter 2 - Randall
Chapter 3 - Mary
Chapter 4 - Randall
Chapter 5 - Mary
Chapter 6 - Randall
Chapter 7 - Randall
Chapter 8 - Mary
Chapter 9 - Randall
Epilogue - Mary
Stuck Together
Chapter One - Dean
Chapter Two - Becky
Chapter Three - Dean
Chapter Four - Becky
Chapter Five - Dean
Chapter Six - Becky
Chapter Seven - Dean
Chapter Eight - Becky
Chapter Nine - Dean
Chapter Ten - Becky
Chapter Eleven - Becky
Chapter Twelve - Dean
Chapter Thirteen - Becky
Chapter Fourteen - Dean
Chapter Fifteen - Dean
Chapter Sixteen - Becky
Chapter Seventeen - Dean
Chapter Eighteen - Becky
Chapter Nineteen - Dean
Epilogue - Dean
My Ex-Boyfriend’s Secret Baby
Chapter One - Jinx
Chapter Two - Jinx
Chapter Three - Lila
Chapter Four - Jinx
Chapter Five - Lila
Chapter Six - Jinx
Chapter Seven - Jinx
Chapter Eight - Lila
Chapter Nine - Jinx
Chapter Ten - Jinx
Chapter Eleven - Lila
Chapter Twelve - Jinx
Chapter Thirteen - Lila
Chapter Fourteen - Jinx
Chapter Fifteen - Lila
Chapter Sixteen - Jinx
Chapter Seventeen - Lila
Chapter Eighteen - Jinx
Epilogue - Lila
Under the Sheets
Chapter 1 - Lisa
Chapter 2 - Mark
Chapter 3 - Lisa
Chapter 4 - Mark
Chapter 5 - Lisa
; Chapter 6 - Mark
Chapter 7 - Lisa
Chapter 8 - Lisa
Chapter 9 - Mark
Chapter 10 - Lisa
Chapter 11 - Mark
Chapter 12 - Lisa
Chapter 13 - Mark
Chapter 14 - Lisa
Chapter 15 - Mark
Epilogue - Lisa
Locked Down with Mr. Right
Chapter One - Addie
Chapter Two - Tobias
Chapter Three - Addie
Chapter Four - Addie
Chapter Five - Tobias
Chapter Six - Addie
Chapter Seven - Tobias
Chapter Eight - Addie
Chapter Nine - Tobias
Chapter Ten - Addie
Chapter Eleven - Addie
Chapter Twelve - Tobias
Chapter Thirteen - Addie
Chapter Fourteen - Tobias
Chapter Fifteen - Tobias
Chapter Sixteen - Addie
Chapter Seventeen - Tobias
Chapter Eighteen - Addie
Epilogue
Below Deck
Chapter One - Carrie
Chapter Two - Max
Chapter Three - Max
Chapter Four - Carrie
Chapter Five - Carrie
Chapter Six - Carrie
Chapter Seven - Max
Chapter Eight - Carrie
Chapter Nine - Carrie
Chapter Ten - Max
Epilogue
Sneak Peek of So Much Trouble
My Billionaire Ex’s Secret Baby
This is Book 9 in the His Secret Baby series,
which are based on a theme and can be read alone
but are fun to binge-read altogether!
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Aiden
Aspen.
I never considered the possibility that I would move back here. I’ve passed through plenty of times for the festivals and the top-notch skiing, but I never stuck around for too long. This mountain town was home, but it wasn’t a home I thought I would return to. There were just too many bad memories. Too much pain.
The one thing that could get me into this town for months on end was money or the prospect of money. After retiring from riding the stock market at the age of thirty, I decided on a new venture. Something fun. Something taboo. Something that would blow people’s minds.
The idea came to me at a very private club in New York City. A club that catered to particular tastes. Tastes that only a small group of society enjoyed. Myself being one of them.
I talked to the owner and convinced myself that a sex club was the perfect idea. Club Taboo was born. The only question was where to put my new venture. The answer seemed to be home.
Aspen needed a BDSM club. Having grown up here, I knew that there would be clientele. Wealthy patrons who were dying for a place to show off their whips, chains, ball gags, and the height of bondage fashion. Club Taboo would be that safe space. It would be private. It would be exclusive. And it would be the talk of the town.
I wanted to believe that was the only reason for me to come home again: money. I wanted to believe that with all my heart and mind. But that wasn’t the truth.
It was opening night, and I got to see my new BDSM club flourishing. We reached capacity rather quickly, and a line had formed outside the club in the fresh spring night air.
Looking around was a source of great pride. The original BDSM club I visited was in an old New York mansion. It was stately and gothic. I had designed Club Taboo with a more modern vibe. There was still plenty of black leather and chains, but the tables were carved black lacquer shaped like the animals that lived in the area. The stages where members could show off their domination skills were lined in stainless steel, glinting under the bright lights. The club felt primal. A hunting place for predators, just like me.
However, something about tonight was different. The club was full, which meant I was supposed to be happy, enjoying my night. And, usually, I had more fun at these things. I’d find some attractive woman and take her into one of the private rooms to show her just what kind of beast I could be. But no one held my interest.
It wasn’t like the club wasn’t full of pretty faces. I was actually pleased with the amount of traffic we were getting, and everyone else seemed to be enjoying the club. I just didn’t find anyone particularly alluring. I didn’t know what was going on. Nothing like this had happened to me before.
I was beginning to suspect it had something to do with being back in Aspen. Typically, I only ever passed through, not really spending longer than a day or three in the area, but I’d been here for a few months by the time the club opened.
To be totally honest, the nostalgia hit me a lot harder than expected. I was able to push it to the side by focusing on construction and working towards opening night. But when the BDSM club was finally open, I was forced to confront what I’d pushed to the edge of my mind.
Reagan.
I’d pushed her memory away for such a long time. It was just easier that way. I hadn’t seen her in years. One day, we were together and in love, and the next, she was gone without a real goodbye. All I got was a stupid letter that sounded nothing like the girl I knew, but it was her handwriting and outlined how she never wanted to see me again. It broke my heart.
Some would say our relationship was a silly teenage romance that I should have gotten over quickly. But I loved Reagan. I would have given up everything for her, but she left me before I had the chance to let her know how deep my love for her was. Since then, I’ve kept my feelings to myself. I never wanted to go through something like that again.
All of this stupid nostalgia was getting in the way of me having a good night. Hopefully, once the club was fully up and running, and I got out of Aspen, I could shake off these strange pangs. Reagan needed to stay in the past where she left me.
I scanned the club, keeping a lookout for any bad behavior. Running clubs like this required a lot of due diligence. If we wanted our clientele to return, then they needed to feel both safe and secure. Privacy was respected, and we had a set of rules. Anyone who came to my club had to agree to a code of conduct, and if they broke a rule, that person was promptly kicked out and not allowed to return.
Opening night was always the most fraught night. I needed to drill the no-nonsense policy into people’s heads, and then it would be general smooth sailing.
Things were moving really well. Patrons were enjoying themselves. Whips were cracking. One woman was in cuffs on the center stage. The crowd was happy, and, oddly, I was starting to feel in the way. I was beginning to think it would be better for me to go hang out in my office.
Usually, I preferred to be on the floor of a BDSM club, but I was in a weird mood. Plus, I had a decent enough view of the club from up there. I was sure the security I had around the club would be enough to keep things civil. It was for the best that I head up there.
I was taking myself upstairs when something made me immediately stop. Well, someone to be accurate.
But it couldn’t be her! There's no way. I mean, it wasn't a crazy thought that she had stayed behind in Aspen. I guess I had always assumed she had left town, given the disappearing act she had pulled.
But there she was. Reagan White.
Reagan looked almost exactly the same. She was tall for a woman with the best pair of legs I had ever seen. Brown hair I used to run my fingers through was up in a long ponytail that somehow accentuated her sharp jaw and cheekbones. The woman was startling in her beauty, with blue eyes that one could see clearly across a room. It had been almost a decade since I’d seen my first love. That girlish cuteness had made way for womanly curves and mature sexiness.
I would have thought close to ten years of no contact would h
ave toned down my feelings for Reagan, but I was immediately back to being that lovesick teenage boy who would do anything to make his girlfriend happy. Anything she asked for, I was ready to go to the ends of the earth to do, just so I could be with her.
I hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. And, truth be told, I’m not the biggest fan of it. Not in the slightest.
I needed to talk to her. If I didn’t, I’d regret it. I was just telling myself to leave all those feelings in the past, but seeing her changed the situation entirely. If I were to walk away, it would be the next thing I thought about for however many years until, for whatever reason, we bumped into one another again.
There was a considerable possibility this was the only chance I’d have. There was no way I’d be able to live with all that guilt, not knowing if I had done the right thing. I had so many questions for Reagan. A lot of them had been stewing in my brain on the backburner for years, ever since she had left me. Maybe suddenly confronting her wasn’t the most logical or most well thought out plan, but she was suddenly in front of me, and I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
I was definitely trying to tell myself that I wasn’t going to fold. What was going to happen after I confronted Reagan all depended on her answers to my inquiries, but deep down, I knew it didn’t. When I was a stupid teenager, I would have done anything for her. Literally anything. I hadn’t spoken about her with anyone since because I was kind of embarrassed with how obsessed with her I was. Mainly because, in the end, she wasn’t as into me given that she left without a goodbye.
Even with all of this in my head and my almost ten years of new knowledge and wisdom, I would still do anything for her. All Reagan needed to do was ask. Which is why I was so baffled when she disappeared from my life the way she did. If she had needed help or was in some kind of tight spot, I would have gotten her out of it.
Standing there, staring at her was getting me nowhere. I needed to go up to Reagan and speak actual words. I couldn’t believe I was getting nervous. Women didn’t make me nervous. That was something that never happened to me. But Reagan had always been a wild card in my life. I was never able to plan for her. Every day was a surprise.
What would I even say to her? A simple hi wouldn’t suffice. Coming out of the gate with accusations concerning why she abandoned me wasn’t going to get us anywhere good either. I needed to approach the situation with tact. I had spent years building this cold exterior. All I needed to do was keep it up with Reagan.
What I was feeling was just residual emotions from years ago. I never gave myself the chance to process them. This was just my brain seeking closure. Maybe if I got her out of my system, I could be the one to walk away. This time, I’d have the upper hand. All that talk about never letting her go, that was teenage Aiden Harris. He was naïve. Now, I knew better than to go all head over heels, goo-goo, gaga over a woman. Especially one who left me like that.