SEAL's Virgin: A Bad Boy Military Romance

by Juliana Conners

  He shrugs.

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s nearly noon,” I tell him.

  “Not time for Judge Judy then, I guess,” he says, looking out the window as if he wishes he could go home. Perhaps he thinks he’s a prisoner in the law firm he insists on coming to every day.

  “Not yet,” I tell him.

  “That is one lady who would probably have been smart enough to have graduated with my class,” he tells me. “She always gets everything right. She’s tough on these youngsters who show up in front of her and try to pee on her leg and tell her it’s raining.”

  I laugh and he smiles, looking pleased at himself.

  “Would you like me to bring your lunch?” I ask him.

  While most of the firm eats their lunch in a large cafeteria style conference room, with a small room off the back that has a refrigerator and microwave, Mr. Mack prefers to eat his food— which resembles baby food such as mashed bananas or applesauce— by himself in his office. Often, he doesn’t want to eat anything at all.

  “Not yet,” he tells me. “But I’ll holler when I want it.”

  “Okay, Mr. Mack.”

  I head to the file room, if only for the excuse of passing Cameron’s office. But he’s not in there. Damn it. This is definitely the most boring day ever.

  I can’t help but think about how nice it would be if Cameron was in there and we could flirt with each other like we did yesterday. I don’t know if it counted as flirting but I sure did. And all I want is for him to make me laugh like he did yesterday. To be near him. To see him.

  Cameron Sanchez is driving me so crazy. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to work here without going mad with desire. I’m going to need a cold shower every day. But first I’m going to have some hot fantasies.

  Chapter 6 – Ruby

  I’m relieved to be in the filing room by myself, to calm my mind that’s racing with thoughts of Cameron. But Katie’s also here, of course.

  “Hey Ruby, what’s up?” she asks, looking a little more alert today. She’s sitting in the same spot she had been in yesterday, but reading a Kurt Vonnegut book this time.

  “Nothing. Just babysitting Mr. Mack.”

  “Worst job ever,” Katie says.

  “Tell me about it.”

  I look at her as she turns a page.

  “Do you ever leave this room?”

  She laughs.

  “Not when I can help it.”

  Now I laugh with her.

  “The partner I work for is in court all week,” she says. “I keep asking him if he needs any help but he brought his paralegal and he just keeps telling me to man the fort. I figure this is part of the fort. And a part I can smoke this in.”

  She holds up the vape pen.

  “Doesn’t anyone ever, like… find out and get mad?” I ask her.

  She shrugs.

  “The only people who ever come in here are secretaries or floaters or runners.”

  “Lowly assistants like me,” I laugh.

  “Yeah, what are they going to do? Rat me out? Usually I just offer them a hit and they either take it or get scared of this dirty hippy and run off.”

  “That’s funny.”

  “So, what about you?” she asks me. “What’s your story?”

  I look at her, suspicious. Does she know?

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, why are you babysitting Mr. Mack? You sound like a smart chick. You should at least be a secretary like me. Then when you hide out here in the file room, you’ll be getting paid a bit more for it.”

  I laugh again. She’s funny, but she does have a point. I could probably do better than babysitting an elderly partner who doesn’t even know my name.

  “Did you see that they’re doing interviews for Cameron Sanchez’s secretary replacement?” I ask Katie.

  “Ahhh. Antonio Banderas. Here’s your chance to snag him.”

  I laugh.

  “Very funny.”

  “Seriously,” she says. “You should apply. Why not? He’s hot and the work would be a bit more challenging than mashing up bananas for an old guy.”

  “How do you know about the bananas?” I ask her.

  “I used to be a floater.”

  “Hmmm.”

  I look at her. If this pothead could apply for and get an upgraded position and raise, then maybe I could do. But really, I just want to be closer to Cameron. The thought of seeing him every day makes my heart race. The thought of being physically near him makes my underwear start to feel damp.

  “Seriously,” Katie says, snapping me out of my fantasy. “If you stay here long enough, they’re going to either want to promote you or fire you. Nobody wants to be a floater forever. They’ll get suspicious about your lack of ambition.”

  I stare at her.

  “Yeah, ask me how I know,” she says. “I wasn’t the most ambitious person. I was fine with just being a floater. No responsibility. No risk. But they asked me if I wanted to move up to being an assistant. They kind of heavily implied that it was required of me if I wanted to stay on, because Janice had a niece in high school who needed the job of floater at a law firm for her college application. So, I got assigned to a first-year associate who was more clueless than I was and it was hell. Then I had to actually work my ass off to prove myself and finally get transferred to work for Jim. It’s easy work because he knows what he’s doing and has a paralegal and rarely needs a lot of help. So, I advise you to short circuit my long and twisting path and just jump straight up to working for Cameron before they assign you to someone really awful.”

  “If they let me,” I tell her.

  “Well, sure. You’ll have to apply. Just impress them. But you don’t want to wait and have to say yes to being assigned to work for someone awful. Like that flighty partner named Janice. Or those associate attorneys who look like Barbies. Mandy and Candy and whoever. Or that dopey guy who follows them around.”

  “That reminds me,” I tell Katie, now that she mentions the newest associates. “Yesterday you said something about Madilyn St. Clair and Asher Isaacs.”

  “Did I?” I ask, and both of us laugh. “I was a bit baked yesterday.”

  “I know.”

  “I got a little too excited about my first day of freedom with Jim being gone for the week. Gotta cut down on the smoking at work.”

  “You think?” I ask sarcastically.

  “But yeah,” she says. “Madilyn and Asher are a thing. A thing thing. Usually he has some weird sort of sub/dom relationship with whomever he picks to be his mentee. He trains them in everything. And I do mean everything.”

  A shiver runs down my spine but it’s the good kind of shiver. I wish it was Cameron who chose someone to do that to, and I wish he would do it to me.

  “After a little while, he moves onto the next. But this time, people are saying it’s true love and barfy things like that. He actually fell for his employee. Someone so much younger than him. And they’re in luuuuuuuurve.”

  “Wow,” I say, pretending to think it’s kind of gross.

  Usually I would think that. But now I think it’s kind of hot. Because I can’t help but think of Cameron. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me.

  “Yeah,” Katie says. “But it’s got a lot of people around here talking. Some people are jealous and can be backstabbing bitches. So, we’ll see how things play out.”

  She shrugs.

  “Well thanks for filling me in,” I tell her. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard you talk so much.”

  “Girl, I have ADHD and social anxiety. I either talk a mile a minute or not at all. That’s why I need this stuff. That reminds me.”

  She digs around in her beaded hemp purse that’s lying on the floor beside her until she finds her vape pen and takes it out.

  “Want a hit?” she asks, holding it out to me.

  “No thanks,” I tell her. “I have to get back to Mr. Mack. Hopefully he’s still alive.”


  “Yeah but that means a long lunch hour of banana mashing for you,” she says.

  “Ha.”

  I leave the file room and go check on Mr. Mack again. But his head is down and he’s snoring. I head out to eat my own lunch but for the rest of the afternoon I can’t get over the conversation I just had with Katie.

  What if Cameron were interested in the type of relationship that Asher Isaacs is into? What if he wanted to tie me up? Spank my ass?

  I can barely contain myself all day long. At 3:20 I tell Mr. Mack it’s time to leave if he wants to make today’s showing of Judge Judy, which of course he does. He never requested his lunch so I didn’t have to mash his bananas.

  After I drop him home I head to my apartment. I can’t believe I’m leading a semi-functional life for once. And I don’t want to ruin it by falling for an older partner and potential boss at work. Nor do I want to get my hopes up that he could even be my boss.

  I shouldn’t even apply. Should I?

  I run myself a bath and then get in. As the water and the bubbles rise I can’t stop thinking about Cameron Sanchez’s tall, broad shoulders. His dark eyes and perfect skin.

  I wish he would take his suit off and let me see his naked body. I can’t help but want him. I let my fingers slide down under the water and run them along the lips of my vagina. I pretend that they’re Cameron’s fingers and slide them inside of myself. With my other hand I begin to rub my clit, wishing the Cameron could lick me and suck me.

  I have a very active imagination for someone who has never actually had sex. In every other aspect of my life, I’ve been fearless. I’ve done some scary shit. But having sex feels like it would be the scariest.

  Normally I feel that I can’t open my heart, or my legs, to anyone but myself or that would be giving them too much power over me. And my Battery Operated Boyfriends do just fine at satisfying my physical needs.

  On that note, I grab my waterproof vibrator from the ledge of my tub and run it up and down on my clit. This time my fantasies run wild and I start to wish I could actually have sex with Cameron, instead of just with my vibrator.

  I imagine him bending me over his desk and taking me from behind. I’m sure he has a huge cock that he knows how to use. He’d push it in and out of me while I called his name— quietly, of course, so that no one would catch us. But that would be half the fun.

  I push the vibrator inside me while I also still feel it rubbing up against my clit. It’s such an amazing sensation, combined with the thought of letting Cameron actually take me, that I feel a strong orgasm start to rush over me.

  “Cameron,” I murmur, barely even realizing I’m saying his name as I come. “Take me. Teach me. Train me.”

  I want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before. I want him to be my boss. And my first fuck. I want him to be my everything.

  I guess I’d better get ready to interview for the job as his assistant tomorrow.

  Chapter 7 – Cameron

  THAT NIGHT

  It’s two o’clock in the morning and I can’t sleep. I decide to go into my home gym and get on my ski stimulator machine. It’s state of the art equipment I bought to keep me in tip top shape for ski season even when it’s the middle of summer.

  As I begin my workout, I think about the state of my life and where things are at in it. I’m rich as fuck and I’m used to getting everything I want. My skis. My jet skis. My yacht. My private jet that takes me to my skis and my jet skis and my yacht and the mountains where I ski.

  And plenty of fucking women. Throwing themselves at me and begging to be my arm candy for the night. Or a weekend in Aspen or the Alps.

  I started out with nothing and now I have all of this. I should be happy. And I am.

  But when I laid eyes on Ruby Mansfield in my office yesterday, I knew I was in trouble. Because I not only felt a jolt in my cock but also a longing in my soul.

  She represents something I never knew I could really want. The way her laughter comes so easily and the way she makes me laugh easily as well. The way she kind of bossed me around by clearing her throat when I was being a little too harsh with Shirley. And the way she looks at me as if she wants me to boss her around.

  Stop thinking about it, I tell myself as I work myself into a sweat on the machine. But I can’t. There must be something in the fucking air at my law firm. First Asher, now me. I’ve always been annoyed at how he mixes business with pleasure. I’ve always told myself I’d never do that.

  But I’ve also never seen him so happy. And I’ve never wanted anyone at work— or elsewhere— the way I want Ruby Mansfield.

  I know I shouldn't even think about it. I'm her boss and way older than her. And I’m old enough to know better.

  By looking in her eyes I can tell she thinks she wants me. And I can tell that she’s innocent. Sure, she presents a tough exterior to the world, with her sarcasm and her devil-may-care attitude that fucking turns me on to the point that I’m awake at 2 am and working out trying to take my mind off of her when I can’t. But there’s something underneath that lets me know she’s still young and impressionable. Something tells me she’s never even had sex before. And that makes me want her even more.

  After nearly an hour of skiing, I know I have to get to bed or I’ll never make it to the office in the morning. I shower and then lie down in bed, my heart still racing, my cock hard as a rock, unable to sleep.

  I reach down and feel my hard ten inches in my hand. My cock is fucking begging me for relief. And all I can think about as I stroke it is Ruby’s fine ass and curvy body. I decide that maybe if I jack off while thinking about her at night, I won’t be so obsessed with her during the day.

  Knowing that a young, possibly virgin girl wants me definitely makes me want her even more than I’d already wanted her. But she doesn’t even know what it is that I want.

  I don’t just want her on my desk, on my floor, on my lap. I want her tied up and begging me to do whatever I want with her. Saying “Yes, Boss. Please, Boss. More, Boss.”

  I think about holding back her wild, streaked hair while I force my cock into her mouth. I think about spanking her on the ass with my cock as I move my hand up and down on it. I wish I could push it into her undoubtedly tight little pussy. I think she still has her cherry and I want to fucking pop it. I want to make her mine. At work and in life.

  What the hell am I thinking? I don’t even date a girl for more than a night or a weekend. And here I am wanting to claim someone who could get me into a lot of trouble at work.

  But as I feel my cock pulse in my hand and my balls swell up with cum I know I’d give anything to pursue her. To get what I want.

  Sure, my rule is to never mix work with pleasure. But I always take what I want. And I never wanted anyone the way I want her.

  As I shoot my cum all over my hand, my balls, my sheets, I know for sure that I want Ruby Mansfield. I want to fuck her and I want to claim her.

  I won't let anyone's rules f*cking stop me from taking her. Not even my own.

  Chapter 8 – Cameron

  THE NEXT MORNING

  I pop into Conference Room B at 9:15 am. I tell myself that I need to see who’s interviewing for the position of my secretary.

  I need to know what’s going on at my own fucking firm. Especially since Madilyn is conducting the interviews and that means Asher is going to try to have some say into who gets to be my secretary.

  But as soon as I enter the room and see Ruby sitting across the table from Madilyn, a few other associates and a partner, Paul— people whom I can only guess comprise the haphazard “hiring committee” Madilyn managed to throw together at the last minute— I know why I really came. Because I was hoping she was here applying for the job to my secretary.

  And here she is. Looking up at me as if to say, “I’m here to do whatever you want.”

  I feel as though I silently commanded her to come and she listened. Last night when I made myself come while I thought about her, I sent her a sig
nal that she obeyed.

  “Oh, hello, Cameron,” Madilyn says, smiling sweetly. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

  “I thought I’d stop by,” I tell her.

  “Feel free to have a seat.”

  She gestures at an empty chair beside her.

  “We were just speaking with Ruby here,” Madilyn continues. “She’s a floater here at the firm, applying to be your legal assistant.”

  “Yes,” I nod at Ruby, trying to act professional. “We’ve met.”

  She stares back at me, her eyes nearly daring me to elaborate.

  We’ve met and I couldn’t stop staring at her ass.

  We’ve met and I can’t stop fucking thinking about her since.

  We’ve met and I’m so captivated I came here to make sure she gets this job.

  The things I could say about her are endless but I don’t say anything further. I just sit down next to Madilyn.

  “We were discussing that Ruby graduated at the top of her class from Sandia Preparatory School,” Madilyn says. “She worked at a firm back East for a while with her uncle before moving back here. She would like to go to law school. Isn’t that right, Ruby?”

  Ruby squirms in her chair a little bit. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her look nervous. She usually appears very confident. My presence must be really getting to her.

  “Yes,” she says. “It is.”

  “I was explaining to Ruby that it’s a little unusual for floaters to move up to the position of legal assistant for a senior partner right away,” Madilyn continues. “But when she expressed interest we agreed to interview her because we’d heard some great things.”

  “Yes,” Paul says, nodding his head. “She instituted a filing system that has been extremely helpful.”

  “And she updated our calendar system and it’s more streamlined and efficient now,” adds an associate, whose name I believe to be Bill but I’m not quite sure.

  “Yes,” Marilyn says to Ruby. “I’ve heard about how well you’ve done since you’ve been here for only a short amount of time and I think you’d be a great candidate for the promotion.”