So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  I try to not make a big deal of it. There is no way I am giving my heart to another man. And with the way that our situation started — with the threat of blackmail — I don’t quite trust Christian. We never do anything but fuck, set up desks, and lay cables. Talk between us is either dirty or without depth — nothing a real relationship could be built on, and that is fine with me. This fling, even though it is just physical, has been the best of my life.

  I pause in the doorway when Christian calls me down to the annex today and look around. The basement is starting to really look like an office. For some reason, I take pride in that. Sure, this isn’t my usual type of work, moving desks and setting up cables — not to mention all the non-work-related work Christian and I have done — but overall, looking at our progress makes me happy.

  There are five members of Christian’s research and development team. Each member has a desk set up for them now and hookups ready for their computers. We arranged the desks into a star-like formation at one end of the annex. The other end is still occupied by the old conference table. I asked Christian if he was going to use it. He told me that they probably wouldn’t, but he still wants to keep it. It seems sentimental, or I want to think that it is, but in reality, I don’t think Christian is the sentimental type.

  “Okay. Up!”

  I look over at my boss. He’s leaning against the desk in the middle of the star-like formation. Not sure what he wants, I shrug slightly. He unfolds one of his arms and pats the top of the desk.

  “You have to be kidding.” It’s not that I have a fear of heights or anything, I’m just not the type to go scampering up furniture like a squirrel or a child.

  “Come on.” He gives me a big grin. “I’m not kidding at all. We need to drop a cable down from the ceiling for Rodney’s computer. So, the guys aren’t always tripping on cords. It won’t take much time at all. Then we can move on to more…fun things.” He moves his eyebrows up and down in an exaggerated manner. It makes me giggle.

  “Fine.”

  I have new work clothing on. I spent way too much money on outfits, but after a few days, I didn’t want Christian to constantly see me in my old jeans and t-shirts — not that they ever stayed on for long. So, I went out to buy things I thought were cute. My overalls for today hug my curves so tight that I can’t move in them well. That might be a problem, but with the way that Christian is eyeing my body, they will probably come off pretty quick, which is just as I planned.

  He holds the desk chair still while I put my foot on it and use it as a step to climb to the top of the desk. As expected, my tight pants pull and fight the movement of my thighs, but I ignore it. My butt looks great in these things, and I know that Christian is staring at it right now.

  “So, what now?” I keep my back to him. I want him to keep enjoying the view of my assets.

  He reaches up and squeezes one of my butt cheeks. I lean into his touch, hoping that our real work is done before we even get started. But to my disappointment, with his free hand, he passes up a hammer and a metal loop.

  “I have a bunch of these,” he tells me with his eyes still looking at my backside. “You hammer in the nail-looking part, run the cable through, and then close the loop. Got it.”

  I love how mesmerized he seems to be. These overalls were a good buy. Taking the hammer and loop from his hands, I reach up to the ceiling — taking a pose that pushes my butt more into his face. As I glance back, he plants a quick kiss on my rump. The gesture makes me smile ridiculously.

  “Are you sure this needs to be done right now?” I tease, shaking my hips.

  “Mmmm-hmmm. If you get it done quickly, I will reward you, pet.”

  I give him an exaggerated sigh and turn back to the ceiling. There is a problem. The panel that I need to attach the loop to is just out of my reach. I don’t want to make a big deal about it because I want to get this done and move on, so I stretch my arms out and go up onto the tips of my toes. My balance is off. I waver a little.

  “Problem, pet?” Christian has both of my butt cheeks trapped in his hands now. His grip massages them in a way that makes me want to get my task done even quicker.

  I stretch up further. “No, I got this.”

  The stupid metal loop is almost against the panel. The point of the nail part slides back and forth a bit, but if I give it one hard hit with the hammer, it should go in fine. I line up the hammer, swing it back and then forward.

  “What the hell!”

  I glance over to Jered. He’s standing in the doorway to the basement, glaring at the two of us, but mostly at the fact that Christian has his hands on my ass.

  The hammer crashes into my hand — my swing off from the interruption. Pain runs through all my fingers. “Oh, fuck!!” The pain in my hand throws off my delicate balance.

  Jered rushes over. His eyes blaze with anger. His hands are balled into fists. Christian stares at him calmly.

  “This is completely inappropriate!” Jered screams. “Climbing on desks is not allowed. It’s too dangerous. Ms. Burmmell could be hurt.”

  Ms. Burmmell is hurt! My hand throbs making my eyes water, but I don’t want to cry, not with Jered around. I’ve already given him too many tears in my lifetime. Pressing my hand to my chest, I can’t think straight. I can’t get my balance. The room spins, but not in a good way. My feet slip out from under me.

  Strong hands grab me and pull me into strong arms. Christian slips one arm under my legs, pulling me close into his chest.

  “She is hurt,” he snaps at Jered, “and it was your interruption that caused her injury. Get out of my office, Mr. Coleman, and never come back.”

  Jered eyes me, obviously hating that I am cuddled into another man’s arms. Not that I care what he thinks. He had his chance. Stupidly, he reaches out to try and take me from Christian. I wiggle away from his hands, wrapping my arms around Christian’s neck.

  “I’m going to talk to Kane about this,” Jered snaps. “You two cannot be acting this way.”

  “I don’t know what you think you saw, but we were doing exactly what I told you we were — setting up my office. Now please leave!” The demand in Christian’s voice is hard and cold. Jered stutters, starting to say something else, but Christian cuts him off. “Leave, or I will call security!”

  “I’m going to talk to Kane about this,” Jered mutters, but he turns and leaves the annex.

  As soon as he is gone, we both take a deep breath. My hand is still throbbing like crazy. I pull it into my chest and wrap it tightly in my other hand. I start rocking a bit, trying to deal with the stinging.

  I expect Christian to set me down, but he doesn’t. He holds me closer, kissing the top of my head repeatedly. “Are you okay, baby?” he whispers as he carries me over to his desk chair, sits down, and starts rocking me back and forth.

  His words startle me slightly. He’s always just called me pet. Never baby.

  “Do you need to go to urgent care? I can have my car brought around for us right away.”

  The fact that he’s planning to go with me startles me as well. It’s like he really cares. The thought makes my heart start to beat faster. I find myself blushing and setting my head in the curve of his neck so I can smell his cologne. Another smile pulls up my lips when I know that it shouldn’t or that now is not the time. However, all these other things I am feeling in my body make me forget about my hand, which has stopped throbbing.

  “I think I’m okay.” Putting my hand out in front of me, I look it over for damage.

  Christian shifts positions but keeps me wrapped tightly against him. He frees a hand, takes mine, and gently squeezes each of my fingers then each part of my palm.

  “Nothing seems to be broken, but you will probably have a bruise.”

  I nod. When I start trying to get up, he pulls me back, rocking me more. Since he doesn’t seem ready to let go, I relax into his arms and breath in his scent again. Being held like this feels like heaven, but I can’t quite relax. I find myself glanc
ing at the door.

  “Do you think he’s going to make a big fuss?”

  Christian grunts and I can feel the vibrations of it in his chest. “I don’t really give a damn.”

  I want to ask him if he wants to be public about our relationship. I want to ask him if we are in a relationship, but I can’t find the words, so I stay silent.

  “It’s Friday,” Christian states. “Let’s get out of here. We’ve been working hard. We deserve to leave early today.” He sets me down on my feet. “I’ll email Sloane that you're done for the day.”

  I stand there, stupidly. We’ve never gone anywhere together. All our liaisons have happened at the office. “Where are we going?” I get myself to mumble.

  “Home. I think you should spend the night.”

  My whole body feels frozen. I don’t move while Christian packs up his laptop. He grabs the bag with my work clothing in it and my purse and hands both to me. It takes me a few seconds to take them and follow him to the door.

  He wants me to spend the night. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what is happening. Are we in a relationship now?

  Chapter Twelve - Mandy

  I don’t know what I was expecting, but Christian’s penthouse surprises me. For some reason, I had been imagining him living in a basement somewhere. But no, he just works in one. His home is actually very nice. It’s the top floor of a reputable building in Manhattan with good views and lots of square footage. He didn’t exactly give me a tour, but what I saw from glancing around is that his décor is pretty conservative — antiques mixed in with a few comfy pieces. There are quite a few windows, but it looks like he keeps the blinds drawn most of the time.

  When we arrive, he wastes no time in pulling me into the master suite. In seconds, my clothing is off and piled in a heap on the floor.

  “Beg me, pet,” Christian growls. He’s nude as well. His muscular body on display just for me.

  His huge, steely cock is right in front of my eyes since I am down on my knees on the carpet. Just the sight of it makes my pussy ache with anticipation. I want him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I want him in control of my body until I can’t even think straight.

  “Fuck my mouth, sir,” I beg, licking my lips. “I am your toy. Do with me what you will.”

  The light in his sky-blue eyes is strong. His desire is plain to see. Knowing that he wants me as much as I want him makes me even hotter.

  “I like you on your knees, pet. Lean forward. Hands behind your back.”

  I do as commanded, clasping my palms together and lifting my arms straight behind my back. Christian grabs my hands in one of his own and pulls my arms up further. It hurts slightly, but I love being in his grasp. Roughly, he ties my wrists together then winds the excess of the leather cord up my arms cinching my forearms tight.

  “Sit up,” he orders.

  I lean back letting my hair fall around my shoulders. With my arms bound behind me, my back is arched, and my breasts thrust forward. Being this captured makes me feel sexy. Playing along, I look up at him with my lashes lowered trying to act innocent.

  Christian sets a hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. At first, he is gentle, then he grabs a hunk of my strands, pulling them back and away from my face, and making them into a leash. He pulls my face up until my head is arched back some.

  “Open your mouth,” he orders. His words are strained and gruff.

  His hard cock hits my lips. Opening my mouth just enough for it to slip in, I taste his rod and lick up a slight dribble of precum. The anticipation today has been too much. Both of us are crazy with desire. So, he fucks my mouth roughly, gripping one of my cheeks with one hand and my ponytail with the other. I trace my tongue up and down his length as it slams in and out of my mouth. I can feel him swelling already. He’s fighting his release.

  Christian grunts. He pulls back slightly so that just the tip of his cock is between my lips.

  “Ugh. This won’t do,” he grumbles. “I can’t wait, pet. You have me too hot. I need you on the bed now.”

  I lick around his cockhead one more time and look up at him, letting it slip from my mouth. “Take me, sir. I’m begging you to fuck me hard. I need your cock.”

  He picks me up by the waist, like my weight is nothing to him, and plops me down on the bed ass first. My arms are bound behind me. My legs spread eagle; my pussy on display and ready for him. Changing positions slightly, I open my legs wider for him, practically begging for his cock. The anticipation is killing me.

  I can hear the sounds of Christian moving behind me, but I don’t turn to watch him. Plastic crinkles as he unwraps a condom. My mouth waters as I know he is sliding it on his dick. I hear his heavy steps as he stalks towards one of the cabinets and opens a drawer. His breathing is hard, loud, and excited.

  When he returns to the bed, there is a leather paddle in his hand. He slaps it onto the tops of my thighs. The sting makes my whole body quiver, shaking me almost off-balance. The heat that blooms where the paddle smacked causes my pussy to get wetter.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Punish me, sir. Punish me hard.”

  His fingers trace over my stinging skin. “What do you need punishment for, pet?”

  “For not sucking you to completion. Punish me for not taking your cum and swallowing it.”

  He chuckles slightly, his voice a low grumble. “That was my fault, not yours, but I will gladly make you pay for getting me too hot.” A grin lights up his whole face. “In fact, yes, let's do that. I’m going to make you ride me.”

  I shift up to my knees, quickly and excitedly making room for him to lay down on the bed. When his large body is spread out, his hard cock sticks up enticingly. Setting the paddle on the mattress next to him, Christian grabs my hips and lets me shift on top of him. I slide down his cock as fast as I can, taking its long length inside of me. Only then is my pussy happy. I hold for just a second, feeling the fullness of having him buried in me. It brings a blissful ache that runs through my whole body.

  “God,” I moan. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Nothing feels as good as you.” I lean back and let my eyes close for a second. A smack from the paddle on my behind startles me to open them again.

  “Ride me, pet,” Christian orders.

  I do as he commands.

  Slamming my hips up and down and back and forth, I ride his cock so hard that I can barely catch my breath. With my hands and arms bound, I have to fight to keep my balance too. Occasionally, Christian grabs my waist to steady me, but mostly he smacks my butt cheeks with his paddle. The sting drives me to fuck him faster and harder.

  Gasping for air, I lose myself in the moment and all the sensations I am feeling. My ass stings pleasantly. My pussy aches, throbs, and quivers as his dick hits my walls over and over again. The tightness in my abs is becoming unbearable. My head starts to swim.

  “I can’t hold back,” I gasp. “Fill me, sir. Cum in me!”

  “I love the way you beg,” Christian grunts.

  He grabs my hips, pulling me down on him hard. Underneath me, his hips press up with all his might. His cock slams into me, hitting my cervix as roughly as he can. The friction is so intense. I gasp again, seeing stars as my pussy and lower body release into a throbbing mess of electric tingles. My pussy walls quiver and milk his cock, making him cum for me. His hips buck into mine, pushing me up so that my legs are off the bed. We bounce together, lost in the motions that fill us with so much pleasure.

  His strong hands grip my waist tightly as he brings us down and slows our movement. Our panting breaths are synced up, filling the room with the sounds of our release. Bound tight, I can’t steady myself, he has to guide me off of him and down to the bed next to him.

  My eyes are blinking. My relaxed mind barely notices anything. I just process the slight feeling of Christian unwrapping my arms and freeing my wrists. I stretch my hands to get the blood flowing back in them, but he takes one in his own. His large arms wrap around me, pulling me b
ack into his chest.

  Christian is warm. I feel so relaxed. I feel so safe. I find myself drifting off in his arms.

  ****

  A soft brush to my cheek wakes me. It isn’t a jerk awake, more like a gentle rouse. It’s dark when I open my eyes. There’s no light coming in from the windows or from any part of the rest of the penthouse. Another gentle brush runs over my cheek. I turn. Christian is propped up on one elbow next to me. As my eyes adjust, I can make out the serine look on his face. His eyes, which are dark pools of gray in the low light, are relaxed with a slight pinch at the brows like he is studying something. The brush down my cheek was one of his large fingers. He’s gently touching my face as if he’s memorizing each of my features. It’s touching and unnerving at the same time. I’m not used to being studied this closely.

  Resisting the urge to pull back, I blink at him. “What is it?” I whisper. The darkness keeps me from wanting to raise my voice. The world seems hushed, and I want to keep it that way.

  “Hmm?” He blinks his big eyes at me. Maybe he doesn’t realize what he’s doing. “Oh. Nothing is wrong. You fell asleep.” The finger he’s using to caress my cheek moves up to my forehead. He traces the line of one of my eyebrows, pokes me gently on the tip of the nose, and then traces the other eyebrow.

  I watch his face as he memorizes mine. The typical hard lines around his mouth are slack, relaxed. His gaze is dreamy. There’s a peaceful quality to his movements that make me wonder what he is thinking about, if anything. With his expression as it is, he may just be humming a tune in his head. The judgment that I usually expect to see in his face is gone.