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

by Jamie Knight

  We spend the drive home, quiet, wrapped up in our thoughts. I keep staring at my big, shiny diamond ring. I'm so happy and excited.

  Brian smiles at me and holds my hand for the duration of the car ride. When we get home, he opens the doors for me, and we walk inside.

  I yawn, and after that meal I just ate, I feel ready to sleep. I don’t hear Brian as he walks up behind me. He wraps his arms around me and starts kissing my neck. His hands gently cup my breasts. My nipples harden under the fabric of my dress. Suddenly I feel wide awake.

  I reach behind me and start stroking him. I can feel him erect.

  "Let's take this upstairs. There's something I want to show you," he whispers in my ear.

  I'm in the mood for anything he has planned. He leads me up to the bedroom. I strip off my clothes and he gazes at my body hungrily.

  He is naked, too. He lays me on the bed and kisses me. He stretches my arms above my head. I can feel him trying my wrists. I'm not scared, because I trust him completely.

  I pull on the cuffs. They are snug, but not enough to hurt me.

  "Are you comfortable?" he asks, teasing me.

  I look up at him in anticipation.

  "Yes," I reply.

  I'm so ready for him that I'm practically dripping already. He slides into me. He feels so good that my body shivers with delight. I twist and turn, but find that I actually enjoy the feeling of being tied up like this.

  He plunges into me harder, going deeper. This is different from anything we’ve done since our first night together, but I'm still enjoying it. It sends a rush of excitement down my spine.

  After he finishes fucking me, he turns me over on my stomach. I'm still tied up, but my ass is exposed. He gives my cheeks a light smack. I lurch forward. I'm shocked at how good that felt.

  "Good girl," he replies softly, as I moan when he does it again.

  His finger slides into my dripping pussy.

  "Now it's my turn to make you cum,” he says.

  He pushes his fingers in and out of me. I moan loudly with pleasure. I twist at my cuffs.

  "Behave or I'll spank you again," he warns.

  I stop pulling away, and ride his fingers.

  "More!" I cry out. “Please. More, sir.”

  I can feel his fingers going deeper and deeper into me. And he uses more of them, nearly his whole fist, inside my tight little pussy hole. I'm crying out. Maybe it's the fact that I'm tied up, but what we are doing feels insanely hot.

  I feel like my senses are heightened and I am enjoying the sex more. He continues to pleasure me with his fingers until I cum all over his hands. I'm sweaty, out of breath, but I have the biggest grin on my face. He looks pleased as well when he unties me.

  "Sounds like somebody had fun," he teases.

  I have to blush at that.

  "Yeah, I was pretty loud," I admit.

  I feel kind of embarrassed now. He hugs me to him and kisses me.

  "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says.

  I kiss him back.

  "We definitely have to do that again sometime," I reply.

  "Oh, trust me, we will,” he answers.

  We spend a few minutes cuddling before I realize we need to get ready for work.

  "I'll take you into the bakery today," he says.

  "That would be perfect,” I reply happily.

  I kiss him before going off to take a shower. Even though we just got engaged and we’ve only been together for a month – not to mention the fact that we first hooked up at an auction – I feel perfectly at home here with him.

  When I come back out, he's still lounging in bed. I'm dressed in his robe and my panties. I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. He grabs my ass and holds me in place. The only thing separating us is the sheets.

  "Now this is a nice finish to our morning," he says, grinning up at me.

  I start grinding my hips on him slowly. He moans softly, and I can feel him growing hard underneath me.

  "No, no, you have already had your turn," I scold him playfully.

  I keep sliding back and forth on him.

  He holds me tighter to him and pretends to beg. It sounds hot when he does it.

  "No, we have to get ready for work now," I remind him, as I try to push his hands away.

  "Aw, okay," he whines, then lets me go.

  I get off him and go to get dressed. I don't hear him sneak up behind me. He pins me against the dresser, his erection pressing into my ass. I smirk at him and playfully stick it out. I wiggle it so it runs against him.

  "You are going to pay for that later," he murmurs in my ear.

  "What are you going to do? Tie me up again?" I ask, teasing him.

  He slides my panties to the side. I can feel the tip of him pushing against my bare cheeks.

  I shiver as it pokes its way in between them. He doesn't slide completely in my ass, but taps it against the outside. A shiver runs down my spine. It's crazy how bad I want this.

  "Later…" he whispers after a few seconds, then pulls away from me.

  I'm shocked. I stand there silently for a few second, then turn to look at him. He’s laughing at my reaction.

  "That is so not fair," I pout angrily. "You can't tease someone like that.”

  "Now you know how I felt," he replies.

  I roll my eyes at him, then angrily put my clothes on. He walks over and hugs me.

  "Don’t be mad. Of course, we can do it later, if you really want. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you hanging like that," he apologizes.

  After a few minutes, I wrap my arms around him.

  "It’s okay,” I reply.

  I can’t stay mad at him. I did tease him first. Besides, I really want to finish that later. We hug for a few minutes, then reluctantly finish getting ready for work. Despite the fact that I wish we could have more sex than we could ever possibly have time to fit in with everything else we both have to do in our busy lives, I’m as happy as I could ever be.

  Epilogue - Brian

  The next day, I'm at the office, but all I can think about is Tammy. She was so playful this morning. I love that.

  I was shocked that she actually made me beg a little for sex, then turned me down. I really turned the tables on her when I tempted her with anal sex.

  I'm shocked that she seemed into it. Now I can’t wait to see her tonight. I promised her that I would pick her up after work and we would go back to my place.

  Honestly, I love being with her and don't want to spend a moment apart. I force myself to concentrate on work. The faster I get through this day, the sooner I can be with her.

  Andrew and I step out for lunch around noon. We talk about the auctions; they are doing well here, just like our company expansion. I share my ideas about Tammy helping out more with them and with her catering business. He likes my ideas and says we should discuss them with Julia.

  After lunch, we are back in the office. We are helping several local businesses in the area. Things have been going pretty good, considering we are the only tech company in this small town. Maybe moving here wasn't such a bad decision after all.

  Before I know it, it's time to leave. Andrew smiles and tells me to have a good night, with a wink. I guess my excitement must be showing.

  I hurry out of the office and have the limo drive me across town to Tammy's bakery. I'm a few minutes early, so we park and wait. I watch her lock up and walk outside. She is so gorgeous I just can’t take my eyes off her. As she nears the limo, I get out and open the door for her.

  "Hello, stranger." She greets me with a wink.

  Once we’re in the car and on our way home, I pull her across the seat to me. I kiss her deeply. She wraps her arms around me. We kiss for a few minutes, then pull apart to catch our breath.

  "Well, I guess I was missed today," she jokes.

  "You have no idea," I say softly.

  I don't think she heard me. I watch her take down her long curly hair. I can't wait to run my
fingers through it.

  We arrive at the house. I hurry her out of the car and inside.

  "Is everything okay?" she asks me, a little worried.

  I don’t answer her. Instead, I throw my keys and briefcase down by the door. I turn and pull her to me again.

  I kiss her once more, harder this time, my fingers wrapping in her hair as I hold her to me. She holds me back, tight. I can taste her tongue in my mouth. I keep kissing her, as I walk her backwards and force her onto the couch.

  I can hear the buttons on her blouse pop open as I pull it off. I kiss down her neck all the way to her breasts. She gasps softly.

  I'm not satisfied, I want more.

  I lift up her skirt and push her panties aside. I bury my face between her thighs. She moans and spreads her legs as I suck her clit. My tongue probes inside of her. She’s instantly wet.

  I lick her until she cums all over my mouth. She’s gasping and out of breath.

  I'm too excited and turned on to stop. Plus, we have some unfinished business from yesterday.

  "Now it's my turn," I say.

  I pull her skirt all the way up. Then I turn her around. She braces herself against the armrest of the couch. After moving her panties aside, I caress each ass cheek, then give it a smack so I can watch it bounce. I love how her curvy ass does that for me.

  I can feel her tense then relax. I know she’s ready. I slide my cock out and gently massage it between her cheeks.

  She crouches low for me, and I know she wants it. I'm already hard and wet, so I easily slide into her after applying some lube.

  She winces, but tells me to keep going.

  “That’s right,” I tell her. “You like my big cock in your tight little ass hole, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, sir. Please keep going.”

  I do, watching her hole stretch open more and more as I push my way into it. I love watching and feeling how it grips my cock. I gasp at how tight and good she feels. I thrust slowly, because I want to feel all of her. The sensation is driving me insane.

  “It hurt at first, but now it just feels good,” she says.

  “Yeah, it sure does,” I tell her, spanking her ass cheek and holding on tight to it while I keep fucking her little ass hole. Then I spread open both cheeks so I can cram myself entirely inside of her. “It feels so good when I’m in your ass.”

  I start to go faster and faster until we are both crying out. I cum inside her curvaceous ass. After I pull out of her, we both collapse on the couch. She lays in my arms, with her head on my chest. I stroke her hair softly.

  A thought occurs to me, and I have to tell her something.

  "Don't worry about money for your bakery. I will help you get whatever you need." I say.

  She sits up and tries to protest, but I need to finish what I have to say.

  "I know you want to do it on your own and I’m sure that you can. You are strong and independent, and I love that about you. I just wanted you to know that I am always here for you." I reply.

  She wraps her arms around me and gives me the biggest kiss.

  "Thank you for the pep talk and the support,” she says softly. “I appreciate that you know it’s important for me to run this business on my own and make my own decisions about it, but I’m also glad I have your advice, and your help if I need it. I think I might talk more to Candy about going in together on it. She’s not nearly as bad as I thought, now that I know she didn’t know exactly what happened back in high school. But if I want to keep it on my own without involving her, I can just wait until we do more auctions. Eventually, I’ll get enough money, as long as I can outbid the competitor, and I keep getting more and more money thanks to our auction plans, so I know it’ll work out.”

  “Good,” I tell her. “I’m glad to hear it. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she says. “Forever.”

  We go back to cuddling on the couch. For the first time, I feel so happy and complete, being with her in this small town. I’m glad that Andrew and I decided to leave the big city and expand our business to Bloom. That was the best decision we ever made, even though I didn’t know it – and even resented it— at the time.

  I feel Tammy's head getting heavy and realize that she is falling asleep.

  There's one more thing I need to tell her.

  "You know I am so glad I found you and we are going to live happily ever after together," I say, as I kiss the top of her head.

  "I know what you mean. Your marriage proposal just made me the happiest woman alive," she murmurs, before falling asleep on my chest.

  We lay there like that for a while. I softly stroke her hair before wrapping my arms around her and also falling asleep, the happiest man alive.

  THE END

  Under His Care

  Love Under Lockdown, Book 8

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter 1 - Stacey

  Even though I had recently graduated college, it still feels weird, walking down the halls of a high school. Even though it's not my old school, it brings back a lot of memories. I still carry my papers under my arm. I had tried to dress conservatively, seeing as I am a teacher's assistant now, opting for slacks and a dressy blouse. I check the notes that I was given about my assignment.

  I walk down the hall and look for the room I'm assigned to, checking my notes. It's still early, so kids are running around, being silly. I smile, remembering those days well.

  My notes say that I am assigned to work under the history teacher, Mr. Winston. I haven't met him yet, so I'm nervous.

  I finally find the classroom and stand nervously outside the door. I have to remind myself that I'm not a little kid anymore. I take a deep breath, open the door, and walk inside.

  School hasn't started yet, so the classroom is still empty. I look around at the familiar setting, getting caught up in nostalgia. From across the room, I hear him clear his throat.

  "Can I help you?" he asks, his voice smooth. I'm startled from my thoughts and look up at him nervously. Immediately, my mind draws a blank. He raises one perfect eyebrow at me.

  "Oh, right." I clear my own throat. "I’m Stacey Mikhailov, your new teaching assistant."

  I walk forward and hold out my hand.

  "Ah, yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Chris Winston. You may refer to me as Mr. Winston,” he says in a no-nonsense tone.

  He’s clearly the serious type. He shakes my hand briefly, then turns his back on me. I want to gush so hard.

  I loved feeling his hand for those few seconds. As he talks about my assignment, I try to pay attention, but all I can stare at are his chiseled features, his dark, tanned skin. I want to run my fingers through his wavy hair.

  “The students can just call me Ms. Stacey if they want,” I inform him. “I know that my last name, Mikhailov, can be a mouthful.”

  As I say the word “mouthful,” I blush. I know I didn’t mean it in a perverted sense, but I wonder how Chris will take it. I can’t seem to think about anything other than wanting to take his cock in my mouth and swallow a big load of his cum.

  I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. He’s my boss, after all. And I’m a virgin. I don’t normally go around thinking about giving guys blow job. But he’s not just any guy. He is so hot!

  I see him frown and realize that he has noticed me not paying attention, which I guess is a good thing, considering what I just said. I straighten up, and he continues.

  "As you know, this is 12th-grade history. I run a tight ship, but we do have fun in here. There are no real troublemakers in here, so you don't have to worry about that. Pretty much all the kids at this school are well behaved, " he says.

  I try to hide my smile as he looks at me.

  "I think you'll do just fine here. I heard that you graduated college with honors and aced every class."

  I blus
h in surprise at the compliment. "Yes, I did. I hope to do a good job here and learn as much as I can," I say, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.

  He gives me a little smile, saying, "I'm sure you will." I could practically melt into a puddle right there.

  He shows me my desk, where I can put my belongings. He explains his grading techniques, and his usual schedule for assigning homework and quizzes. I try my best to pay attention; it’s difficult, because he's so dreamy, but I really want to impress him.

  Before the bell rings, he sends me on an errand to copy some worksheets for the kids who are out sick. The whole time I'm in the office using the copier, I think about him. By the time I get back to class, it has already started. I try to open the door quietly; when I walk in, he is writing on the board, but when he sees me, he stops. I walk forward and hand him the worksheets.

  I try to walk to my desk, but he says, "Class, I'd like you to meet our new teaching assistant, Stacey Mikhailov. She will be with us for the rest of the semester."

  I say "Hi" to the class, and add, “You can call me Ms. Stacey”; they greet me in unison with a "Hello, Ms. Stacey.”

  Mr. Winston nods at me and I go to my desk. He sets the copies I made down on his own desk before going back to writing on the board. I watch him for a little while, daydreaming about feeling his hands again.

  My daydreams are interrupted when he asks me to pass out some study packets to the class. I'm glad this is easy work because I haven't learned everyone's names or anything yet. After I make sure that everyone has a packet, I hurry back to my seat.

  I see Mr. Winston nod, satisfied, and I want to blush again. I listen as he and the class take turns reading aloud from the packet. I assume it’s something they had studied the week before.

  I enjoy listening to them; he was right about the students being well-behaved. Reading like this brings back more memories of my school days, but I enjoy this reading much more; every once in a while, Mr. Winston reads, or pauses to explain something in that sexy smooth voice of his.