So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I sigh when I think about how rough it is going to be, controlling my feelings and urges with her while we’re away. Those are good reasons why I shouldn't have chosen her to go along with me, but they are also the reasons that I want her to come in the first place. Not to mention she's the most qualified person for the job.

  She's the only other person, besides me, who knows all about the case and client. She's also a good paralegal. She's always very professional, and she takes her work here very seriously. She outshines all the others in the office.

  My cock throbs.

  I wish I could have just spread her out on top of my desk and eaten her pussy.

  I shake my head. I need to get out of here, try and clear my head, so I grab my jacket and walk out of our offices.

  To calm down, I decide to go to the gym located on one of the other floors. This building belongs to my large law firm and we had it constructed ourselves. It’s state-of-the-art, so it’s equipped with everything.

  Once I get there, I plug in my headphones and blast some music as I lift weights. I even punch the bag a few times, but nothing seems to help. Mary's still on my mind. The way she dresses, walks around, moves.

  I can’t bear it any longer and I walk to the showers. I need to relieve my stress.

  In the shower, I stroke my cock urgently. The whole time I think about what I want to do to her. I'd ask her into my office and close the door behind her. I'd sit her on top of my desk, then slowly lift up her skirt. She'd be dripping wet already for me.

  I'd push her panties aside, then slowly slide my tongue all around her pussy. I'd pause to suck lightly on her swollen clit. She would shudder on my lips. I would make her moan and call out my name until she exploded in my mouth.

  She would taste and feel so good. I would moan loudly for her, too. For a long time, there has been no one else I’ve wanted but her.

  I cum in my hand, then finish washing off. I feel better, but also disappointed. I'm tired of having to do things this way. I don't like having to resort to all these silly daydreams and fantasies. I’m starting to feel like they’re not enough anymore.

  I wish I could make these thoughts that I have about her a reality, but that would cause a lot of problems around the office for both of us. I don't need extra stress right now.

  I turn off the shower and change into a clean suit. I need to get back up to my office and finalize my preparations for this trip. This is a very important case that we are working on, so I can't afford to make any mistakes.

  Having already came, I feel that I’ll be better able to concentrate on work. As I'm walking back, I pass her desk. She isn't there. I'm both glad and sad. I shouldn't be either of those, but I can't help it.

  I shrug my feelings off and force myself to think about work. It's not easy, but it's what I have to do.

  I turn my attention to the files on my desk. I start to read through each one thoroughly. I need to know all the details of the case. I hope she is preparing as hard as I am.

  I sigh in frustration. I really have to stop myself from thinking about her so much. It's very distracting and can only lead to problems here. She would be worth any amount of trouble, though.

  I chuckle at that thought. I'm able to read through two files before I need a break. I feel like the small print is going to give me a headache. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened to me.

  I think about the upcoming adventure. Even though it's still work, I can't wait to go and feel the tropical weather. It's going to be a nice change of pace from being stuck here in the city.

  I sort through the rest of the papers. I’m going to have to make sure Mary gets these. I’ve just realized that some of these she hasn't seen yet, and I want her to be prepared and know every detail about it before we arrive.

  This is just busywork. I don't feel like getting back to reading right now. I'm going to try to put it off as long as I can. That's what I usually do.

  Some might not consider it a smart business move, but that's how I work. I've always been successful at my job, and that means that doing things the way I have been doing has worked well for me so far.

  But I have to make sure I don’t get distracted by Mary, or all my normal ways of working will be out the window. Yes, Mary is curvy and gorgeous, but I tell myself that’s no reason to lose all focus, just for her. I have a feeling that’s easier said than done, though, since it’s all I’ve been unsuccessfully telling myself for a while now.

  Chapter 3 - Mary

  I'm so excited about the trip that I have to tell someone. When I get home to my apartment, my roommate is sitting on the couch watching TV. I usually try to keep my distance from her. I get the feeling that she doesn't like me too much. I'm not sure why, as I have always tried my best to be polite and friendly to everyone that I know.

  Maybe it's because I am always hanging around the place. I think me being here interrupts her make-out sessions with her boyfriend. Seriously, they are always going at it. I try not to let it irritate me, but I can't help it.

  Tonight is apparently the first night in a while that he's not over here, which is a surprise. Still, no matter how she treats me, I always try to be nice to her. That is just the type of person that I am.

  "Hey," I say happily to her as I walk by.

  I put my purse in my room, then head back through the living room to the kitchen.

  "Oh, hi," she replies in a monotone voice.

  She doesn't take her eyes off the TV. That's how our conversations usually go. She only talks to me if she absolutely has to. I fix myself a quick snack, then stand near the arm of the couch.

  "So, I got some exciting news today," I hesitantly announce.

  I wait for a reaction, but I don't get much of one. Can’t say I'm very surprised by that.

  "Oh really?" she asks.

  She's staring at the TV and twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She sounds so bored with what I have to say. I don't care, though; I'm too excited.

  "I'm going to Hawaii with my boss!" I blurt out.

  It takes a few seconds to register, then she finally looks at me with interest.

  "That's great! What day are you leaving?" she asks excitedly, picking up her phone.

  I sigh softly. No doubt she wants to tell her boyfriend when he can stay over. Still, at least she got a little bit excited about my news, even though it wasn’t for the reason I wanted.

  I tell her that I'll get back to her about that. She nods rapidly, then goes back to texting. I take my food and go into my bedroom. I need to relax.

  I close the door behind me. My roommate never bothers me, but I feel the urge to lock it anyway, just in case. I set my food on the desk, then strip off my work clothes. Then I change into a nightie to be comfortable and flop on my bed.

  I sigh contentedly, before I look at my TV and wonder if I should watch anything, but I decide not to. I close my eyes instead, and I see myself back at work. I'm watching my boss walk around, and I can feel his gaze burning back at me. Suddenly he calls me into his office and closes the door behind me.

  I slide my fingers under my nightie and begin playing with myself. I imagine being in Randall's office, and him pressing me up against the door. He slides his fingers inside of me to check if I am ready for him. I so am. With a smile he lifts my skirt and slides his cock inside of me. I bite my lip at the thought of how incredible it would feel to actually have that happen.

  I continue to finger myself, all the while wishing that it was him. To have him take my virginity would be so hot. I’m rather embarrassed to still even have my virginity at the age of twenty. But I’d been so busy working my way up at the law firm – from receptionist in high school to legal assistant a year later and now to a paralegal – that I never had time to date.

  Plus, guys my age were so immature. I wish that an older and more experienced guy like Randall would pop my cherry. I bet he has a big cock and that he’d be gentle at first, pushing
it into me inch by inch, and then get rougher once I was used to it. Maybe he’d talk dirty to me and spank me for being such a bad girl.

  The idea of that pushes me over the edge. I cum, thinking about Randall’s cock in my pussy instead of my fingers, and then I rearrange my nightie. I go to the bathroom across the hall to shower and think about it some more.

  I can hear my roommate giggling from the other side of the apartment. She’s no doubt talking to her boyfriend on the phone. They’re probably laughing about all the fun they’ll have together once I’m gone.

  That’s fine with me. I’d rather be with Randall in Hawaii, any day.

  I make the water warmer and imagine my boss bending me over his desk. I don't think I would be able to get enough of him being inside of me. I start to wonder exactly how big his cock is.

  I blush at my thought and then go back to washing up. I shouldn't be thinking things like that, but I can't help myself. My love life is basically nonexistent, so daydreams are pretty much the only thing that I have going on right now.

  As I rinse shampoo out of my hair, I wonder if I might meet someone in Hawaii. I laugh a little at that idea.

  It’s always possible, but probably not. Good things like that don't happen to me. I figure that the most that will happen is that I'll end up hanging around the hotel, and probably sharing drinks with my boss, if I can get away with using my fake ID without anyone noticing, even him. I’m not sure he knows how old I am, so hopefully he won’t care if I drink.

  Now there's an interesting idea. Usually when people drink, exciting things follow, right?

  I shake my head and turn off the water. There is no way anything like that would ever come to pass. Bosses and office workers don't mix like that. Besides, people would start gossiping. I don't want either of us to get in trouble. But I can still daydream about it, at least.

  I finish up in the bathroom and go back to my room. Then I turn on my TV and watch a sitcom while I eat my food. I need the laughs to distract me – even though it’s a cheeseball one, with a fake laugh track, and I’m not a fan of those.

  Afterwards I take my dishes to the kitchen, then lounge in bed and check my emails for a while before I feel like I'm ready to sleep. It still takes me some time after that to pass out, though, because I’m thinking about the trip.

  I can't wait to see the gorgeous islands and get out of the city. I guess this is almost like my vacation.

  That thought makes me laugh into my pillow. It's a working vacation, but at least I don't have to pay. I don’t think so, anyway.

  I actually need to ask Randall about that at work tomorrow. And about a lot of other trip details as well. I put all thoughts of it out of my head, and concentrate on his handsome face, with its brown hair, green eyes, and sultry, charming smile, and I'm able to finally fall asleep.

  Chapter 4 - Randall

  When Monday rolls around, the morning sun finds the two of us in a plane going to Hawaii. I feel relaxed as we leave the concrete jungle behind us for a little while. I sneak a glance over at Mary, who is sitting in the seat next to me, quietly reading a magazine.

  I can't get over how cute she looks. She must have bought new clothes for this trip. Of course, she looks incredible no matter what she wears.

  She lifts her eyes from her reading and glances around at the other passengers. I can see excitement on her face. She notices me watching her and gives me an embarrassed smile.

  She closes her magazine and says, "I'm sorry, but I've never done anything like this before," with a little giggle.

  I don't think she realizes how provocative that sounds, because she’s so sweet and innocent.

  My feelings for her are stirring again so I ask her a suggestive, "What do you mean?"

  She blushes at my tone.

  "O-oh, sorry. I meant I've never ridden on a plane before," she clarifies, looking away from me for a second.

  Her reaction to this little conversation has me thinking that she is still a virgin. That makes me want her even more. I start to wish I could have sex with her right here. Before I can get too into that particular fantasy, though, the people across the aisle from us start loudly complaining about our flight attendant, who had been slow to bring our drink orders.

  "We didn’t pay a lot of money for first class to get this bad service," someone whines.

  This distracts Mary from me. She looks at the flight attendant, then shakes her head at the rude people.

  "That's not fair, I'm sure she's doing the best she can," she whispers softly.

  It takes me by surprise that she would vocally sympathize with the stewardess. It makes me think that she might be different from most people. In the legal world, there aren’t many people who are genuinely kind, so she’s like a breath of fresh air.

  She's forgotten our conversation completely by now and goes back to reading her magazine. I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes for a few minutes. Eventually the flight attendant makes her way to us.

  She apologizes for the delay and hands us our drinks. I thank her stiffly. Mary smiles, and surprises us both by slipping a tip into the flight attendant’s hand. She gives Mary a grateful smile back before walking away.

  I want to tell her that she didn't need to do that - the drinks in first class are complimentary - but she's lost in her magazine and sipping her drink. I take a sip of mine too; it's nice and refreshing.

  I tilt my head back again, but I'm secretly watching Mary out of the corner of my eye. I'm even more curious to get to know her better now.

  In our short time on the plane, I’ve discovered that she is not only good at her job, but also that she is a very sweet and caring person. And again, she is incredibly hot.

  I wonder what she thinks about me?

  Or if she ever even does?

  Probably not.

  I know some people fantasize about their bosses, but I think Mary's too innocent and also too professional for that. I watch as she excuses herself to the restroom, on edge until she comes back.

  This is crazy. I want her so badly. It took every ounce of self-control not to follow her into that bathroom and have my way with her. I wonder how she would have reacted to that.

  I worry that she can somehow hear my thoughts, because she looks up suddenly from her magazine. But she only gives me a cute smile and resumes reading. That’s yet another gesture that takes me by surprise.

  Her personality is so adorable. These feelings are driving me to distraction. I can't stand it anymore.

  I come to a decision. She is going to be mine no matter what.

  I gulp the rest of my drink and set the glass aside. I spend the rest of the flight with my eyes closed. I'm like a teenager, trying to think of things I can do to get her to notice me more. Eventually my thoughts start to put me to sleep.

  I drift in and out during the flight. During the few times I wake, I notice that she’s sleeping, too, and I watch her dream. She looks even cuter then, somehow.

  As I fall in and out of sleep, I think that maybe I'll find the answer to my problem when we land. Hawaii is very beautiful. Maybe being on the island will relax us both and put her in a sensual mood.

  Honestly, the flight alone would have done that for me, if I hadn’t been already ready to be with her since our meeting at the office. There should be fewer problems to worry about now that we are away from work. In fact, the only complication I can see right now is convincing her to be with me.

  My heart thumps in my chest as she moves in her sleep. Her head hangs inches from my shoulder.

  I wish I could just reach over and pull her to me. I go to the bathroom and take some calming breaths. I'm getting all worked up again. I need to be calm for tomorrow's appointment.

  I remind myself of that and it slowly works. By the time I go back to my seat, she's turned the other way. I exhale a sigh of relief and I'm able to relax as I sit back down.

  I go over all the pertinent case inform
ation that I have been reading the past few days in my head. I want to make sure that I'm mentally prepared for this deposition when we arrive.

  Mary assured me that she has been doing the same thing, ever since I asked her to come assist me on this trip. I believe her completely; I have no reason not to. I should add honesty to the list of qualities that I have noticed about her recently.

  I feel myself growing tired from thinking about work, so I pull my little blanket up over my shoulders and go back to sleep. I know we will be landing soon, so I want to make sure that I'm as rested as possible for whatever happens while we are there.

  Chapter 5 - Mary

  The next morning, an alarm wakes me up in my huge hotel room. I reach over and turn it off. It takes me a second to remember where I am. Once I do, I smile and stretch out on the comfortable hotel bed.

  When we got in last night, it was late and we were both worried about jet lag. So, once we checked into this amazingly gorgeous hotel, we each went to our separate adjoining rooms and fell fast asleep.

  Now, I want to stay here and lounge for a while longer, but I know I can't. I have an important job to do today and I want to make a good impression on my boss. I get out of bed and go to my suitcase.

  I wanted to look my very best, so I bought some new clothes for this trip. I carefully pick out an outfit. When I find one that I like, I take my time in the shower, thinking about yesterday as I wash my hair.

  I had a great time flying first class all the way over here. My boss is so wealthy and handsome; any woman in the firm would jump at the chance to go on a work trip with him. I still can't believe that he asked me to come. It's so exciting.

  After showering and dressing, I go back into the room. It's an adjoining suite to his, so I try not to make a lot of noise. I don't know if Randall is awake yet or not and I don't want to disturb him.