Bad Boys Box Set: Complete Too Bad It’s Fake Romance Collection with New Novella

by Jamie Knight

“I just don't want to assume anything,” he said, showing more humility than he had before.

  “It's fine, really,” I said.

  “I was thinking,” he said.

  “Always dangerous.”

  “That's what Leo said. Anyway, I was thinking I don't want to just assume things and instead of going to the gala for a one-night event, how about we make a long weekend of it.”

  “O-okay,” I said, surprised but also pleased by his change of heart. This was unexpected and pleasing.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Noah

  We finished our sweet treat and without a word, Emma took the dishes over to the sink and headed towards the bedroom. Not needing to be told once, I got up and followed her.

  “Can you undo me?” she asked, turning her back to me.

  “Sure,” I said.

  I went over and unzipped the back of the black party dress she had worn for the catering job. I wasn't sure about her wearing heels with it considering how long she had to be standing. Though if it bothered her, she didn't say anything.

  “Thanks,” Emma said, stepping away and taking down the straps of the dress.

  “No problem,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets.

  Taking the dress down and off, Emma started on her bra. She seemed to be having some trouble which wasn't surprising really.

  “May I?” I asked, stepping up.

  “Sure,” she said, taking her hands away from the clasp.

  In one swift, smooth motion, I had her bra unclasped and off. Putting it aside, I gently reached around and gently massaged her tits.

  “Sorry,” I said, stepping away, worried that I didn’t ask permission.

  “It's okay. It felt good,” she said casually, going over to the dresser.

  Slipping into an oversized sweatshirt, Emma went and got into one side of the bed, leaving me a good deal of room. Something of an impressive feat considering how small the bed was. Taking this as my cue, I stripped down to my boxers and slid into the bed beside her, careful not to touch her, even by accident. It wasn't that I suddenly found her disgusting. Quite the opposite, which was exactly the problem.

  I didn't know where we stood, and I didn't want to take advantage of the situation — not again. I might have asked to stay the night but hadn't really thought it through before I did so. I was trying to let her know that I was serious without necessarily needing to say it. It wasn't until I was there that I realized that it might have been a mistake.

  “Come on, I don't bite,” Emma said, patting the bed beside her.

  “Seriously?” I asked, making sure.

  “Of course, come here,” she said, lifting her arm to make room.

  Accepting the invitation, I moved over to her, our bodies pressing softly together. I could feel her warmth through her sweatshirt and suddenly felt very calm and comfortable. I put my head on her shoulder and, to my surprise, she gently stroked my hair. It could have been because she didn't know what else to do or possibly because it was instinct, but it didn't feel like that. I didn't know people, let alone women, very well, but what I felt coming from her at that moment was pure affection.

  “You did really well today,” I said, trying to be encouraging.

  “Are you surprised?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Both Ann and Carina said they knew people who might want to hire me for their events.”

  “Now that is a bit of a surprise,” I admitted.

  “In a good way, I assume,” she said.

  I leaned into her. “Oh, the best. It's not that I didn't think you were good enough, it's just that things don't usually go that fast.”

  “Not usually, no.”

  “It was an unusually good opportunity.”

  “Which was all thanks to you,” she pointed out, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek.

  “I just saw the opportunity, you're the one who rose to the occasion.”

  “With a little help from my friends.”

  “Oh, no.”

  “What's wrong?” Emma asked, genuinely concerned.

  “No way are you are a Ringo. You are at least a Paul if not a George.”

  “What about John Lennon?” Emma asked.

  “A four-chord wonder who faked it until he made it,” I said.

  “Wow, that's a hot take.”

  “It is just how I feel. He never wrote a bar of melody I couldn't play backward.”

  “That's a point,” Emma said, considering it.

  “I also think The Smiths would have been better as a trio.”

  “The hell you say!”

  “Indeed, I did,” I conceded.

  “How do you figure that?”

  “Have you ever heard Johnny Marr sing?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “More of the talent with a quarter of the ego,” I pointed out.

  “Interesting.”

  We lay in silence for a bit. I felt her breathing slowly. It was like she was content.

  “I'm sorry I left last night,” I said, suddenly comfortable enough to bring it up.

  “I-It's okay.”

  “No, it's not, it was a mean thing to do. I mean after all you've given me the least I can do is stay until breakfast.”

  “It would have been nice,” Emma agreed.

  “I also can't help but think you might have felt used.”

  “A bit, yeah,” she admitted.

  “I know this is supposed to be all be pretend, but it doesn't feel pretend to me.”

  I felt her take in a deep breath. “Me either,” Emma said, “if I'm honest, I would like to be with you all the time.”

  “I feel the same way.” I turned to look her in the face. She was blushing, with her eyes wide.

  “Then why didn't you just say so?”

  “I've never been really good at relationships. I guess I was trying to keep a distance so I wouldn’t hurt you, even by accident. That didn't go very well, did it?”

  She reached over, running a single finger over my forehead and into my hair. “Why are you scared?”

  “Fair question. I think it is because things were really great with Gina, too, until things went off the rails. She was my last serious relationship. It ended really badly. She is still convinced that I will see the error of my ways and go back to her. I won't, just in case you're wondering.”

  “Will the same thing happen with me? With us?”

  “You don't seem like the cheating type,” I joked.

  “Please, I need to know.”

  “I can't say for sure. I can't see the future, but going by the present, I would say no, it won't happen that way.”

  “How can you know?”

  “I don't know for sure. There is something different about you, Emma. I've never felt this way about anyone, which is part of why I don't want to make promises I don't know if I can keep.”

  “You don't have to promise anything. Just be here now,” she said, pulling me closer.

  “I can do that.”

  I kissed her lightly and lovingly on the lips.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Emma

  It happened so suddenly I don't think either of us saw it coming. To be fair to Noah, he kissed me, but it was likely out of affection. I was the one who introduced the tongue action. I just couldn't resist him. I need to fuck. I literally ached for it and wanted to communicate this to him as clearly as possible. It might have been a mistake, but I was beyond the point of caring.

  Noah didn't seem to mind either, returning my affections in kind. In a weird way, I was proud to be able to keep up with him. I had always been a good student when given the opportunity to learn. I had actually gone into the interview at the cafe with the manual memorized. I hadn't been there very long, and there were already murmurs of management.

  Without looking, I got my hand under the blanket, into his shorts and around the shaft of his rock-hard cock.

  “Okay?” I asked, stroking Noah’s dick.

  “Yes,” he
moaned.

  “I'm gonna suck it, okay?”

  He nodded, being beyond words at that point. Gently moving the blankets away, I shifted his boxers and slipped his cock most of the way into my mouth. I'd never really sucked cock in that position before and was surprised how much easier it was. I could get him almost all the way in without gagging once. I made a mental note to only suck him that way or at least as often as possible.

  I loved the filling of his big, hard, warm cock in my mouth. It was actually pretty comforting. I pulled back a bit and worked his shaft with my hand as I sucked the rest, making sure to massage his balls with my other hand. I would have liked to be able to cup them, but they were just too big for both of them to fit into my hand.

  As I worked his cock, my ass facing toward him, Noah carefully lifted the bottom of my sweatshirt and, pulling my panties aside, started fingering me from behind. Plunging first one finger and then two deep into my wet, aching, little pussy. My soft, pink, pussy lips hugged his fingers in greeting as he started to lovingly work my clit until I was on the edge of orgasm.

  We came at the same time. Noah unloading into my mouth as I quivered against him, his fingers still deep inside me.

  “Your turn,” Noah said.

  Gently removing my sweatshirt and panties, he lay me out on my back. Starting at my neck, he worked his way down my trembling body towards my desperate little pussy. I opened my legs in welcome as Noah got down to my pelvis. He didn't lick at first. That wasn't really his style. He was a lot more thorough than that. Instead, he kissed his way down my pelvis, continuing down one thigh to my knee and then back up the other, working from my knee to my pussy. He continued to smother the outside with kisses, making me moan and clutch the back of his head, sure that if he stopped, I just might die.

  He didn't stop though, his soft kisses turning to long, lingering, loving licks along the length of my pussy, making me melt with pleasure, every muscle relaxing at once. Picking up speed, Noah gently parted my lower lips with his fingers and licked along the inside, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue at each pass. This brought out a near animal moan from deep in my lungs that might have scared me had I not been making it.

  Certain I was ready, Noah slipped two fingers inside of me, working my pussy as he rotated his tongue in a hard, circular motion right on my clit, making me want to scream. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from scaring my neighbors, tears of joy running down my cheeks like tiny waterfalls.

  Kissing his way back up my body, we made out passionately as he held me.

  After a moment, Noah’s hand found its way back down to my pussy and, hey wadda ya know, his fingers ended up back inside me.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes!”

  “Would you like me on top?” he asked.

  “Okay,” I said, unsure but willing to try.

  Turning me onto my back, Noah got on top of me, kissing me as he did so. I was a bit scared but excited too. Gently spreading my legs, Noah stroked the head of his cock against my tender pussy lips before pushing his head up inside me. I grabbed onto him and wrapping my legs around him as he started to move.

  “It's okay, baby,” he whispered.

  Damn right, it was! He had his cock all the way inside me, hitting my g-spot, the position adding to the pressure. I actually started to cry from happiness.

  Noah kissed away my tears and then nuzzled my neck as he deftly fucked me, moving his huge cock in my tight little pussy, giving me more pleasure than I'd ever had before.

  I came within minutes, not shaking like I usually did but almost going paralyzed, every muscle in my body locking at once. Noah stopped and waited for me to recover.

  “You okay?” he asked when I started to relax.

  “Y-y-yes,” I stammered, my jaw not quite co-operating.

  “I'm gonna pull out, okay?”

  “O-okay,” I said.

  Ever so gently, Noah pulled his huge cock from my tight little pussy, gently massaging me after he did so. Moving back beside me, I turned onto my side, and Noah spooned me, kissing the back of my neck.

  I didn't sleep a wink that night.

  Noah breathed deeply beside me, occasionally flinching with dreams.

  I just kept replaying our conversation over and over in my mind. I had said I was falling for him. Noah had said that he wanted things to be real, but did he really mean that? I couldn’t be sure, even with his apology for leaving before. There was no commitment for the future from him, just hopes. I needed something more than hopes.

  If we were just fake fiancés, I couldn't stand the fact that after the event, we would go back to being strangers. I was his fake fiancée, no matter how close we got or how many times we had sex. I was awake all night running that through my head as Noah slept like a baby.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Noah

  The hotel the Governor’s Gala was hosted at was fancier than my childhood home. For some reason, that made me even more nervous. Deep inside, all I wanted was for the night to be perfect. The opulence of the surroundings both added to that hope and pushed against it. There was an itch under my skin that made me worry that anything bad that happened in such a place would be ten times worse than at a more casual hotel.

  And as my mom liked to remind me, the press would be here.

  I suppose it was a good thing that all of my attention was focused on Emma. Not least because I hadn't seen her in about a week. Something about her having some things to take care of. Now that I had her back, I never wanted to let her go again. It was a weird and kind of scary thing to admit, even to myself.

  I loved her and there was no point in hiding. It wasn't just sex disguised as love, as was so often the case. If anything, it was love disguised as sex, and it had taken me until that point to realize that.

  I could be maddeningly slow sometimes.

  We walked through the golden glory of the lobby, most of the metal surface literally being made of gold, deepening the irony of it being the venue of a charity event even further. There was a time in my more reckless days when I would have dumped paint over the whole rotten thing. It was a little-known fact that I was a bit of a hell-raiser in my younger days. Partly to spite my mom, who was pushing me hard into polite society and partly because of my inherently anarchistic nature.

  If I was honest, it was a large part of my attraction to Emma. She was not another born-with-money bimbo. She knew what it was to work and wasn't scared to call out bullshit when she saw it. She had a skill and was using it to do what she always wanted to do, outside the parameters set up by a system that dictated that she needed a degree from a college that she couldn't afford. An attribute I both greatly loved and deeply respected.

  As we walked through the opulent surroundings to the insanely elegant check-in desk, I put an arm around Emma’s waist and kissed her on the cheek.

  “What was that for?” she asked.

  “For being awesome,” I said.

  She returned my embrace and put her head on my shoulder. Flagrantly ignoring the protocol of the gold-plated set, who were all swooning and weather talk until recent decades, I kissed her on the forehead. If the clerk noticed, she was admirably discreet about it.

  Obtaining the key, we went to the elevator which, quite frankly, couldn't come fast enough for either of us. Once on our assigned floor, we all but raced each other down the plush carpeted corridor. Someone yelled at us to knock it off. Emma yelled back for him to stick it in what sounded like a very uncomfortable place.

  No sooner were we in the room than we started literally tearing each other's clothes off. I really hoped Emma wasn't too attached to her dress because there was no way she was getting it back on again — one of the little black buttons actually bouncing off the window on the other side of the room.

  As soon as my pants were off, Emma was down on her knees, sucking me furiously as though my cum contained the antidote. I put a hand on the back of her head to keep her from getting whiplash.
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  I came within minutes filling her mouth with cum, which Emma did her very best to swallow down. When she was finished, I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Emma put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard as we went.

  Despite our excitement, I was careful to lay Emma down gently, she seemed pretty tough, but I didn't want to push it. No sooner had her bare back touched the mattress than she opened her legs wide offering her sweet, wet pussy.

  Accepting her gift with gratitude and humility, I kissed my way up her inner thigh starting at her knee in the way that I knew drove her crazy. Were I really a sadist, I would have started at her feet. I was tempted to, every part of her being beautiful to me, but I didn't want to torture her too much.

  Making my way back up to her sweet little pussy, I ran my tongue the length of her delicate pink lips making her moan with pleasure. Giving her a couple more passes like that to get her ready, I started to lick harder and faster, eventually burying my face into her succulent sweetness. Licking her until she was screaming in ecstasy, I kissed her pussy lips and stroked her belly as she came down.

  When she had recovered a bit, I lay down next to Emma, kissing her earnestly on the cheek. She turned her head and we kissed again on the lips.

  “Can I be on top?” she asked.

  “Sure, if you want to.”

  “W-will you, help me?”

  “Of course.”

  We kissed again and I lay down on my back, helping Emma climb up on top. Holding on to her hips, I gently guided her as she lowered herself down on to my cock, easing it slowly into her pussy. Getting down further than I would have thought possible, Emma wobbled a bit, getting into a comfortable position. I held onto her tightly to keep her from going over.

  When she was ready, Emma put her hands on my chest and started moving up and down on me. Starting off slowly, she built up in intensity until she was jackhammering on my cock. It never ceased to amaze me how great she felt.

  Getting off me just in time, Emma turned around and sucked my cock until I unloaded into her mouth. I licked her luscious pussy until she screamed and collapsed on me. Scooping her up, I lay her down in a more comfortable position and cuddled her until she fell asleep.