So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I look at my phone. It's still early. I'm about to open my briefcase and go over the information I prepared for today when a noise catches me by surprise.

  Then I realize that someone is knocking on my door. I open it to see Randall standing there. I didn’t expect him to be ready so early. He looks freshly showered and, as always, handsome in his suit. I tell myself not to think about that, and to just concentrate on my duties for today.

  "Good morning. I just wanted to see if you were prepared for work today," he says, still blinking sleep out of his eyes.

  "Yes, definitely sir," I reply.

  I open the door for him, and gesture for him to come inside. I'm eager to impress him and show him what I can do. He walks inside and takes a seat at the table in our shared suite area. I stand across from him and pull a stack of papers out of my briefcase.

  "Have you prepared the questions for me to ask the deponent today?" he inquires.

  I flip through the papers quickly and lay some of them before him.

  "Yes, I have them here. I've written quite a few. I hope that's ok?" I ask a little cautiously.

  "That's fine. Would you mind reading through them for me?" he asks politely.

  I stammer a yes, caught a bit off-guard by this request.

  I pick up the papers and rifle through them, trying to keep my knees from shaking. I'm so nervous. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time I'm reading. I try not to notice his incredible facial structure. Those cheekbones…

  I fumble and drop everything I’m holding to the floor. All this is so embarrassing, not just because I have to bend over in front of him to gather my notes, but also because my panties are soaked. I'm so turned on by him.

  Thank goodness he doesn't know about that last part. I try to pick up the papers quickly.

  "Sorry. I think we are pretty much done though," I mumble.

  I hope he's not upset at me for messing up at the end. He's silent a few seconds before answering.

  "Well, I'm very impressed."

  The way he says it makes my stomach turn. Not in an uncomfortable way, but in a way that makes me both happy and nervous. I get the strange feeling that he might be talking about more than just my deposition preparations. I try not to dwell on that possibility though. I need to remain level-headed today.

  Eventually I manage to gather up all the papers and join him at the table. I try my best to stay professional as I put my notes back in order. I read out the last few questions, though I don't think it really matters much.

  Afterwards he nods, and thanks me for my work. He leaves the room, saying he'll be back to get me when it's time to head to court. He has phone calls to make.

  I breathe a sigh of relief once I’m by myself again. That was so humiliating. I put the papers away and double-check that I have everything we need for our appointment. Then I reapply my makeup and fuss with my clothes.

  We still have some time left to wait, so I check my emails, then gaze out the window of the hotel room. I can't wait to lounge by the pool later and catch some sun. I smile, imagining myself doing that already. A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.

  "Time to go," he calls from the other side.

  I hurriedly grab my purse and briefcase. The sooner this is finished, the sooner I can relax. I open the door and follow him out of the hotel and into the car that waits for us.

  We share a silent ride, wrapped in our own thoughts. Mine are about work. I've shifted back into professional mode. I want to succeed as much as I can in my career, and in order to do that, I need to make sure I do a good job on every assignment. I can't make any mistakes.

  The car slows as we reach our destination. I nervously pull on my blazer, and fix the hem of my skirt. I think I notice Randall looking at me, but maybe I’m imagining things. The glance was so quick. Maybe it's just because I want him to notice me so bad? I don't know.

  I sigh, then force myself to prepare for the upcoming meeting. This is a major client that we are working with today. That's another reason why it's such a big deal that I was chosen to be here.

  The car pulls up outside of the house we’ll be convening in and I follow my boss out. The warm air hits our faces, but there is a slight breeze. I can’t believe how nice that feels. I love Hawaii, I love being here with Randall, and I’m starting to wish we never had to go back, as naïve as I know that sounds.

  Yet I’m still nervous for this deposition and I really hope it goes smoothly. Only then can I concentrate on the fun of being on this island with my hot, rich boss.

  Chapter 6 - Randall

  Sitting in the deposition, I reflect on how pleased I am with the way things are being handled so far. I definitely made the right choice, asking Mary to help me with this assignment. I don't think I have ever been more prepared for anything.

  Everything is going smoothly. The client seems impressed by the detailed questions I am asking the witness. I feel impressed with myself too. This is all thanks to Mary. She did an excellent job assisting me earlier today.

  Speaking of earlier, when she bent over, all I could think about was how great her ass looked in her professional skirt suit. I wanted to rip it off her so badly. It’s still occupying my mind. I can't seem to stop myself from these thoughts no matter how hard I try.

  She's so hot that it's distracting me from work right now – something that rarely happens. I didn’t get to be a billionaire lawyer and founder of a large, successful law firm by not being focused on my goals. Yet there is something about her that just completely throws me off my normal game.

  I just need to get through the rest of this deposition, then I'll be free to spend the whole day with her. I tell myself that several times, and it actually helps.

  Of course, now I want to hurry the rest of the appointment. I try to force myself to be patient, and to do a good job, but it's difficult. I think of the time I’ll get to spend with Mary afterwards, and convince myself that that will be my reward for enduring all of this right now. That thought comforts me and I finish the deposition to a great deal of praise from the client.

  A few long hours after we first left, we arrive back at the hotel. We are both relaxing by the pool. I have been waiting for this moment all morning. It nearly killed me to have to, but seeing her now is definitely worth it. I have to keep reminding myself not to let myself erect around her, because I don't want her to see it through my swim trunks. This is both difficult and frustrating.

  The bright sun feels warm against my skin. I could spend all day out here. Maybe I will. After all, we deserve it after the good job we did this morning. That reminds me, I should compliment Mary on that. She was of great help to me. I hope my words of praise will make her smile. I'm sure they will.

  I lower my sunglasses and check out Mary. She's in her lounge chair, lying back and soaking up the sun. She looks gorgeous in the bikini that she’s wearing. It shows off all her curves, and it’s driving me out of my mind how good she looks.

  I want her even more now than I did earlier. This unstoppable longing for her grows stronger whenever I am with her. It sounds crazy but it's true. I have big plans for later to try and get closer to her. I hope they work out the way that I want them to.

  I put my sunglasses on. She doesn't seem to notice that I'm watching her. I don't mean to, but I can't stop myself from doing it. She's just so gorgeous. I have seen beautiful women before, but none have ever even come close to her. There's just something about her.

  I have always dreamed of a woman with curves, and she definitely has those. I want to lose myself in every one of them. I need to calm down and distract myself. I have to wait until later. I'm actually excited for what I have planned.

  Eventually I start to take notice of the people around us at the pool. The atmosphere out here has me really fucking puzzled. It seems like something weird is going on. People around us have started getting out of the water.

  I take off my shades again and notice panicked looks o
n a lot of their faces. Mary notices this too, and she gives me a confused frown. All I can do is sit up in my chair and shrug at her. I have no idea what's going on.

  As everybody starts to leave, the lifeguard comes around and makes a loud announcement.

  "Everyone back to your rooms! We are closing the pool early!"

  Mary and I exchange worried glances, then reluctantly gather our things and go up to our floor. Our elevator car is packed with other grumbling guests. We aren't the only ones upset and disappointed.

  I'm more annoyed than she is, I think. I had a whole perfect evening planned. I was going to surprise her with dinner – maybe a bit more romantic than professional, depending on the signals she was giving off – and maybe a walk on the beach after. I wanted to spend more time together and get to know her a little better, outside of a workplace environment. Now this whole pool business has really spoiled the mood. It upset us both, and the dinner would be a waste of time now because neither of us would be able to enjoy it.

  I sigh and stretch out on my bed. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I don't want to get a stress headache because of all this.

  After I rest for a few minutes, I’m going to need to call someone and find out what's going on. Since so many people left early, I have to think there’s more to be upset and worried about than just the pool closing.

  Also, why would they order us back to our rooms?

  I hope it's nothing too serious.

  After telling myself its’ not big deal, I feel a little better, and I sit up and kick off my shoes. I wonder what Mary is doing? I think I should check on her after I make my phone calls.

  It sounds quiet on the other side of the wall, so maybe she's napping or reading. I picture her stretched out in her bikini, lying on her bed.

  I have to shake my head and focus. There will be plenty of time for fantasies later, I remind myself. That's all I can do for now I guess, since my plans with her were ruined. That really bums me out. I seriously wasn't expecting that to happen.

  I decide to get a drink from the bar in the hotel lobby before going to use the phone. I need it.

  Chapter 7 - Randall

  When I'm back on the bed in my suite, I try calling the front desk, the concierge service, the trip planner I used to book our travel, but no one picks up. I feel dazed and confused, distracted by Mary.

  I really need to figure those feelings out, but now is not the time. There is too much going on. It's like the whole building is in a panic, which is crazy.

  I pull out my phone and scroll through the day’s headlines, wondering if there’s anything in the news that will clue me in to what’s going on. I see something that catches my attention.

  I'm about to click on the article when a rushing sound between the walls distracts me. It sounds like Mary is taking a shower. I start to imagine her naked. She's getting herself all wet and soapy. I would love to see that.

  I groan softly and turn my attention back to the news. I need to know what's going on. I sip my drink and open the article.

  After I read through it, I think this must be some kind of a joke or something. I click through other news headlines and read them as well, but they all say the same thing.

  How could this be happening? I flick on the TV, but every station is just repeating what I already know.

  I set my drink down and take a deep breath. All the stories are about a government-mandated quarantine because of an outbreak of a virus. Well, now I know for sure what's going on. No wonder everyone was panicking earlier, and was so upset.

  I quickly check social media, and it's all that anyone is talking about. Which is understandable; a pandemic is something that could affect the entire world. This is certainly going to change our plans here in a very big way.

  I need to tell Mary right away, because I don't think she has seen anything about it yet, so I yell out for her. I pound on the wall that separates our rooms from the bathroom in between our rooms. We need to talk about what we are going to do. I can't hear the water anymore, so maybe she’s finished her shower already.

  I look up from my phone when I hear her feet come running in. I'm prepared to tell her about everything, but her state takes me by surprise.

  "What's the matter?" she asks, breathless, her eyes wide with alarm and concern.

  She's soaking wet, obviously having run out of the shower as soon as she heard me pounding and yelling, and she is trying to wrap the towel around herself. She fastens it around her chest, then tries to pull it down to make sure everything is covered. She pulls a little too hard.

  When she does, the towel slides right off and lands on the floor. This happens in a matter of seconds. She stares at the towel, frozen in shock. I can’t speak. I'm mesmerized by her naked, glistening body.

  "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I thought there was an emergency, so I hurried out of the shower..." she stammers, trying to explain.

  She reaches for the towel. Her face is bright red with embarrassment.

  I hold out a hand and tell her, "No, stop apologizing. It’s fine. It’s more than fine, to be honest. Your beautiful body is a calm and welcoming sight after what I just found out."

  The words are out of my mouth before I can catch myself. I don't regret saying them, though. She's still frozen as she looks at me.

  "Um… what's wrong?" she asks, after a few silent beats.

  She keeps glancing from me to the towel and back. She's clearly unsure of what to do.

  "Keep the towel off and I'll tell you," I say to her.

  "Okay…" she says, looking at me with anxious eyes.

  I tell her everything I read about the quarantine and the virus, trying not to let her gorgeous body distract me, but that’s quite a task. I keep my eyes focused on her face, which looks distressed.

  "So, what does this mean?" she asks me.

  "Well, we will probably be stuck in this hotel for quite a while, since there’s a travel ban, too. There will likely be no deposition tomorrow. So, we are going to have to figure out something to do to pass the time, I guess," I explain to her.

  She is quiet as she listens to me.

  "Well, what can we do to distract us from this, then?" she asks.

  She looks me straight in the eyes. I take a deep breath, because I know that I could get into a lot of trouble at work if I tell her what I am really thinking. But I can't help how I feel about her. After getting a look at her voluptuous body, I’ve decided I want to be with her no matter what the risk or cost.

  I take another breath and say, "We could try making each other feel good."

  She looks at me in surprise, then says, "Well, you are still my boss, so I have to obey your orders."

  She is trying hard not to blush or be embarrassed. I'm so thrilled that she agreed to my idea. I don't know where to start. Suddenly an idea comes to me.

  I tell her to get down on her knees and give me a blow job. She kneels slowly. I can tell that she is nervous and that this must be her first time, but she’s a natural, and it feels so good.

  I love looking at her curvy ass and big breasts. I'm so glad I caught her during her shower. It’s so much better than seeing her in a bathing suit, though I’d happily look at her body any way that I can.

  I ask if she’s a virgin and she blushes as she says yes. I had a feeling that she was, but I wanted to be sure. Now I know.

  Her answer turns me on even more than what we are doing. I want so badly to cum right here and now, but I need to hold it back.

  I want to stay in control. I need to if I want to make sure we both have a great time, especially since this will be her first experience. I want her to always think about me when she thinks about sex, and I’ll do everything possible to make that happen.

  Chapter 8 - Mary

  This is so hot and crazy. I can’t believe what I am doing with Randall, but I don't care because I love it.

  I eagerly do everything that he asks me to. Stuff lik
e this never happens to me, but I'm glad it finally has. I never thought there was anything else to sex besides the penetration, or that it could feel this good.

  I was right that his cock is big. But it’s so big that I wonder if it will hurt me. Will I be able to handle it all?

  After I play with his cock for a while, he stops me and gives me a serious look. He says that he wants to make love to me and take my virginity. I'm a little nervous, but also very excited. My fantasies are actually going to come true. This is the moment that everyone dreams about, and it’s in such a beautiful spot for it to happen in, too.

  I take a deep breath and tell him that I am ready. I'm still naked from the shower. He pushes me gently onto the bed and strips off his clothes before climbing on top of me.

  We spend a while holding each other and kissing. His hands caress all my curves. He squeezes my breasts gently and softly fingers my pussy. He doesn't really need to tease me. I'm already wet and ready for him. He can feel that and grips me tighter.

  He stops our kissing and parts my thighs. I open them eagerly for him. He smiles at me. I can feel his erection and I look up at him.

  "I'm ready," I whisper.

  And I truly am. I know deep down that no matter how nervous I might be, I really want this to happen with him.

  He slowly slides forward. Then he hesitates a few seconds, then pushes all the way inside of me. I gasp loudly and cover my mouth. It doesn't hurt, but I can feel myself being stretched to accommodate his length.

  He thrusts slowly a few times. With each thrust I get more used to the feeling, and I discover that I love it. I have never experienced anything like this, and I want more.

  I arch my back so that I'm closer to Randall. Sensing what I want, he rams me faster and faster. A part of me starts to feel a little scared and emotional, as we both get closer to cumming.

  I love what he is doing to me, and I don't want this to end. He is the first person to fuck me, and now I can't picture doing it with anyone else.