Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (30 page)

I’d been quiet at first, but now he couldn’t shut me up. I’d told him all about Zach and how he had used every opportunity to get me in his office over the summer. Zach had put himself in charge of my assignments, so everything I did had to flow through him. He’d insisted on going through all his corrections in person, usually sitting next to me and peering down my top as he pretended to point out my mistakes.  

“You could report him,” the man said, as he came back from the bar with another drink. How many was this? Three? Four? It was too many. I shouldn’t be drinking so much in front of an attorney. It wasn’t professional. “Law firms don’t want to deal with claims of sexual harassment.”

“His dad’s a partner, so that isn’t really an option. Besides, I don’t want to get that label. I’ll never find a job if I’m the one who files sexual harassment claims during a summer job. Not that it matters now. I’m screwed. Zach’s going to make sure I don’t get invited back next summer.”

“You sure you want to work there anyway?” he asked. “Working in a big law firm isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do,” I responded. The man frowned, clearly thinking it odd that I dreamed of working for a big law firm.  

I unloaded on him. I couldn’t help it. I’d blame the alcohol, but I’m not sure it was that. There was something in his eyes that made me weak, and stripped down the barriers I usually kept in place for professional conversations.  

I didn’t even know his name, but I told him how my mother had been a lawyer for a big firm and how I wanted to follow in her footsteps.  

“What does your mother think about this?” he asked.

“Not a lot. She died seven years ago.”

“Sorry. I know how you feel though. My father passed away a few years back.”  

“You don’t need to hear all this.” I closed my eyes and took some slow breaths. I was starting to sweat under my clothes, but I didn’t know if that was because of the heat or the sight of the man opposite me.  

“Let’s go up to the roof,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me upstairs.  

It wasn’t any cooler outside. The humidity in D.C. tended to last well into the evening, but at least there were fewer people out here. We found a spot in the corner with a degree of privacy. I took a slow sip of my drink, using it as an opportunity to stare at him again. He had a thick neck with a visible vein, which weaved between muscles that I hadn’t even known existed.

I’d been drinking with this man for over an hour now, and all I’d done was make myself look like an idiot. Other women were looking in our direction, like vultures waiting to pounce once he’d realized I wasn’t worth it and decided to move on. The least I could do was make a bit of effort. I mumbled something about feeling hot, and opened a few buttons on my blouse.  

I instantly regretted it, when I saw a flash of the tatty old bra I’d slipped on for the evening. Hardly a great impression to make, and it’s not like my tits were worth showing off anyway.

“I’ll make sure you get a job next summer,” the man said. “But it won’t be where I work.”  

He looked down at my exposed chest, without bothering to be subtle about it. Usually I would make a quick attempt to cover up, but instead I crossed my arms under my breasts and pushed them up slightly. Maybe it wasn’t too late to salvage something from this evening.

“We don’t take summer associates at my firm,” he continued, looking up into my eyes again. I thought I caught a glimpse of desire there, but it quickly disappeared. “No offense, but they’re not worth the hassle.”

“Oh, thanks,” I replied, in mock indignation.

He smiled and once again a flush of heat washed over my body. This one definitely had nothing to do with the humidity.

“You did well to get a job in your first summer though,” he said. “How did you manage that?”

“Good grades, I guess.”  

I was being modest. I had near perfect grades, but I didn’t want him to think of me as some nerdy law student right now.
Why did I have to wear such a boring skirt?
I tried to subtly pull it up, but it refused to budge, staying firmly put around my knees.  

“I hope you find the time for a little fun once in a while,” he said. “I partied a lot in law school. Makes all those cases a lot easier to bear.”

“I’m not really the partying type.”

“There’s nothing like just letting go for the evening and having the time of your life.”

“Have you settled down now?” I asked.

“Is that your way of asking whether I have a girlfriend?” he asked, flashing a smile at me.  

“Just curious.”  

There was no way he had a girlfriend. He looked every bit the playboy, in his expensive suit, and the devilish look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t exactly after a girlfriend or anything even remotely serious.  

“I don’t do relationships. If I’m feeling particularly generous, I will spend an entire night with one woman and give her an experience she’ll never forget, but that’s it. The most anyone gets is one night.”

I raised my hand to my mouth, but I wasn’t quick enough to cover the laugh that escaped my lips. I don’t know why I found it funny. I just hadn’t been expecting him to be so forward. Or so boastful. One second we were talking about work, and the next he was telling me he was some sort of sex god. I believed every word he said.

“Are all lawyers this arrogant?” I asked playfully.  

“Yes,” he replied. “But
I
have the goods to back it up.” He leaned in, and for one terrifying second I thought he was going to kiss me, but he just whispered in my ear. “If you want to check out my goods, you can go right ahead and reach out a hand. In fact, better make it two.”  

He was worse than Zach, except this time I didn’t care. I should leave now, go straight home and forget all about this stranger, but I knew I couldn’t. I was physically incapable of looking away from him, and even if I did make it home, I’d never be able to just forget him. There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world for that.

I didn’t reach out like he wanted me to, but I did look down. Even in the dim lights on the rooftop, I could make out a substantial bulge between his legs where he brazenly had his erection on show for anyone to see. Except only I could see it. The erection was for me; all I had to do was claim it.

“What makes you any better than Zach?” I asked, trying to ignore the fact that my heart was beating furiously in my chest.

“I’ll make you come,” he responded without skipping a beat. “A lot. You’ll still be screaming my name in ten years’ time when you’re married with kids. I’ll take you in ways you’ve never even dreamed about. What would Zach do? Squirm around on top of you for a bit while you pretend you’re enjoying it?”

I laughed again. That was probably an accurate enough description, if not of Zach then certainly of some ex-boyfriends of mine. Most of my ex-boyfriends in fact.

“How far away do you live?” he asked.

“It’s about a ten minute walk.”

“If we leave now, I can have you coming in twenty minutes. You’ll be soaking wet, and come will be dripping down the insides of your thighs and pooling on the bed.”

Holy fucking shit. He meant it.  

This wasn’t some idle talk. I could actually be in the throes of an orgasm in twenty minutes’ time. The thought was paralyzing. I hadn’t come with another man since I started law school.  

“Looks like I have an answer,” he said, smiling and nodding down at my chest.

My nipples had stiffened, and the worn padding of my bra had done little to help hide the evidence from appearing on the front of my shirt. We were both visibly erect; there was no denying that we both wanted to do this. The only question was whether we should.

Screw it. I needed this. I needed him. It’s not like I would ever see him again.  

“Okay then. Your twenty minutes starts now.”

The walk back to my apartment took a lot less than ten minutes, largely because the man—God dammit, what was his name?—moved at twice my usual pace, and I had to hurry to keep up with him.

We entered the dingy, old apartment building located just a fifteen minute walk away from school. The place was “cheap,” which in D.C. meant anything under $2,000 a month for a one-bedroom apartment. All in all, it was the perfect place for a broke student. It
wasn’t
the perfect place to bring home a one-night stand which you were hoping to keep a secret.

The man pressed the button to call the elevator. As usual, only one of the damn things was working and it appeared to be stuck on the eighth floor.

“What floor are you on?” he asked.

“Fourth.”  

“We’re taking the stairs,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the stairwell.  

“What’s the rush? Worried you won’t meet your twenty minute target?”

He stopped and turned around, pushing me gently against the wall. For a second, his eyes latched onto mine, and then suddenly his lips covered my mouth, enveloping me in the most passionate kiss I’d ever had.  

I placed my hands on his shoulders, not really sure what else to do with them, and then surrendered myself to him. His reached down and tugged my skirt up enough so that my legs could open wide enough for him to slide between them.

His erection pressed against my stomach, until he lifted me off the floor and let it rub teasingly against my sex.  

Suddenly I heard the loud metallic sound of a door opening above us. I tried to push him off me, but for a few seconds he resisted, pushing his large cock against me one last time, before letting me go. I only just about managed to pull my skirt down by the time Colin, from my section at school, bounded down the stairs.  

He looked far too awake for this time of night, which probably meant he was up consuming ridiculous quantities of caffeine—the drug of choice for most law students.  

“Evening,” I said nervously as they approached. My ‘date’ just stood there grinning, loving every second of my embarrassment.

“Hey,” Colin responded. “I’m just off to the shop for some study provisions.” By ‘study provisions’ he probably meant disgusting energy drinks, if the empty cans that usually littered his apartment were anything to go by. “You want anything? Or do you have other plans for the evening?”  

Colin had a well-deserved reputation as a gossip. Within a few days, everyone in my section would know that I had brought a man home from the bar and I would never hear the end of it. You could get away with one-night stands in college, but everyone in law school thought of themselves as far too mature for that kind of thing. Usually I was one of those people.

“This is my brother,” I said, motioning to the stranger and hoping to God that Colin hadn’t come around the corner quick enough to see us kissing. “He’s in town for a few days, so he’s going to crash on my floor for a few days.”

“Nice to meet you,” the man said, giving Colin’s hand a firm shake. “I’m going to have my head down on April’s carpet within minutes.”

Oh my God, way to be subtle.

“There are no carpets,” Colin said. “Just hardwood.”

“No carpet?” the man said, flashing me a smile. “That’s just fine with me.”

Colin didn’t seem to notice the obvious innuendo, so he just carried on down the stairs and out the door.  

“Brother?” the man asked. “It’s going to be rather hard to explain all the screaming coming from your room, and trust me, there’s going to be a lot of screaming.”

A gentle shiver spread down my spine as I remembered his promise.
I’ll have you coming in fifteen minutes.
We didn’t have long if he was going to keep that promise, but I knew he wouldn’t need it. My panties were wet from the brief moment he had his erect cock rubbing against me. If he touched my exposed body… I shivered again.

“Let’s get upstairs,” I said. “We don’t want to bump into anyone else.”  

And I want to get you in my bed
, I thought as I turned toward the doorway and went inside.  

I led the way up the stairs. I could feel his eyes staring at my ass the entire way. Just thinking of the things he would do to me once the door was closed had me feeling weak at the knees, like I was trying to climb the stairs after a long run.  

We headed onto the fourth floor, and down to the end of the hall to my apartment. I fumbled around in my purse for my keys, but I could swear they were hiding from me, as if giving me one final chance to back down and tell this stranger to go home. There was no way that could happen now. I didn’t want it to.

My hand froze in my purse, as I felt his breath on the back of my neck. His lips brushed lightly against the soft skin, as his hands reached around and cupped my breasts, which felt tiny in his grasp. Perhaps that was why I usually went for smaller men—so as not to feel quite so inadequate.  

“Do you want me to open the door or not?” I asked, as I sank back into his rough embrace.

“If you don’t do it soon, I’m going to knock the door off its hinges.”  

I didn’t doubt him for a second. The keys gave up hiding, and I pulled them out of my purse, my hand shaking from fear, excitement, or both. I heard the man growling behind me as I fumbled with the key, not getting it in the lock until the third attempt.  

The key finally slid inside.

I opened the door and the man immediately pushed me through, slamming the door shut behind me. This was it. I had a stranger in my house for the first time ever. This was going to happen.

His hands went straight to my blouse, opening the buttons with surprising dexterity given the size of his fingers. This wasn’t the first blouse he’d removed in a hurry, but I tried not to think of that. His experience in these situations was the very reason I had invited him back to my apartment; I couldn’t hold that against him now. We were going to fuck, not get married.

My blouse had barely hit the floor, when his hands pulled down the zipper on my skirt and tugged it past my thighs before letting it slip to the floor.

He examined me in my underwear, while he was still fully clothed. We’d have to rectify that soon. I wanted to see what lay under that suit almost as much as I wanted to take his attention away from my tatty old bra and panties.