A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale #1) (2 page)

Jess pulled off her robe as she stepped into
her bathroom, the chill of the cool air electric on her skin. Her
own bathroom. Hell, she practically had her own wing.

And now I'm the bastard
queen
, she thought with a bitter chuckle.
She turned the porcelain faucet and jutted her hands beneath the
spicket, savoring the cool lick of water.

She could still remember the night she'd
decided to fuck her stepfather. She had been on the phone with her
friend Kara, who'd made some offhand remark about how she'd miss
her. Jess had furrowed her brow and told her she wasn't going
anywhere. But Kara had brought up the point that now that her
mother was out of the picture, why would Davis keep her around?
After all he hadn't raised her or anything.

When they got off the phone, Jess had looked
around her room, looked around at the life she'd grown accustomed
to. Davis wouldn't really kick her to the curb would he? I mean,
they weren't close but he valued her more than a piece of luggage,
right?

So she'd hatched her plan.
It was a win/win really. She'd always had a fantasy of getting it
on with an older man. And once he slid his cock inside her, he
couldn't just walk away. He'd be hers...until she tired of
him
.

Jess stepped into the shower, sighing as the
beads of water pounded her body. She hadn't expected the sex with
Davis to be so good. She'd only fucked a handful of guys and they'd
all been around her age, more concerned with blow jobs and
jackhammering her pussy until they came. There was no romance, no
real connection.

But Davis had been gentle, caring even. He'd
taken his time.

She ran her hands over her slick, wet body,
focusing on her rock hard nipples, like he had. First, he'd teased
them with his fingers. Then, he'd flicked them with his agile
tongue, each lick soliciting a moan of pleasure that started at her
core and rippled across her whole body. He’d tugged at her peaks
with his teeth, with just the right amount of pleasure to make her
body tremble and quake.

Then, his mouth had made a hot trail down her
stomach. He took notice of every square inch of her rock hard abs,
marking each crevice with his tongue. His kisses were soft and deep
and filled with longing.

When he'd pried open her legs, Jess had been
surprised that he hadn't just shoved his cock inside. She'd only
been eaten out once before, and that was only after she begged for
it. But as his tongue burrowed into her sopping wet pussy, all Jess
begged for was for it not to end.

Jess found her fingers pumping her pussy as
the water careened over her body. She imagined they were Davis's,
his eyes so green and colored with desire. She leaned against the
walls as she came hard, pretending it was his chest she was glued
to as they came in unison, spent and as close to bliss as one
gets.

Jess grabbed her loofa, her legs still
twitching. It only took one tryst, but she knew now that one just
wasn't enough. Maybe she'd have Toshi make that lunch after
all...but for two.

Chapter Three

A Delicious Lunch

Davis eyed his receptionist like she was the
dumbest person on the planet.

"And why, pray tell, did you not think that
the Waterbrook employee representative getting restless was not a
big damn deal?"

The young girl bowed her head. "I'm so sorry,
Mr. Kensington. It won't happen again."

"Oh that I know for certain," Davis growled.
"Stop in and let Miss Halloway know that because of your
incompetence, today is your last day and get Manning to send over a
temp.” He shot her a look filled with contempt. "And I'm not to be
disturbed."

Davis breezed back into his office, slamming
the door so hard the windows rattled.

A class action lawsuit against a
multi-billion dollar company and because his secretary was too busy
checking Jezebel.com to take good messages, the whole deal was
caput. The plaintiffs were gonna take a measly 100 mil.

Davis sunk in his chair, lowering his head in
his hands. He should have known today was going to be shit. He had
to rub one out in the parking garage and instead of thinking of his
wife, it was Jess's name he called out. And now, his headlining
case was falling apart at the seams and he'd have to hire yet
another receptionist.

"Mr. Kensington," Miss Halloway's sultry
voice called over the intercom.

"What is it?" he barked.

"I just wanted to give you a heads up that
your daughter is on her way back to your office."

"Goddamn it! Jackie, when I say I don't want
to be distur-" His words caught in his throat as Jess breezed in
the office, not even bothering to knock.

She was dressed in a lavender shift that
barely went down to her mid-thigh. Her golden hair hung in a single
plait that grazed her supple breasts. She had a wicker basket in
one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Surprise!" she said brightly.

Davis smoothed his tie, flashing an
uncomfortable smile. "That it is. Aren't you supposed to be in
class?"

Jess sashayed to his desk, shaking her head.
"Our professor let us out early. You hungry?"

He scanned her crystal blue eyes. "You
brought me lunch?"

"Mmhm," she nodded.

He perked an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You act like I hate you," Jess pouted,
opening the basket. She pulled out a round of brie cheese and a
French roll.

"Don't be silly," Davis said, loosening his
tie. "But you haven't really been my biggest fan. I mean, you fight
me on everything. Your curfew, cleaning up behind yourself-"

"Well, this is my white flag," Jess answered
brightly. She laid out the napkins. "I don't want things to be
weird between us, because of, you know."

When she raised her eyes to his, they shared
a moment. The passion was hot and tangible.

Jess walked over behind the desk and swiveled
his chair to face her.

Davis let out a moan as she traced his
jawline with her forefinger. Almost instantly, from the slightest
of touch, he was swollen.

She leaned in and took his mouth into hers.
She tasted like strawberries and espresso, fruity and earthy.

Her tongue was so pliant and eager as he sunk
his fingers into her soft hair, pulling her close.

She straddled him and let out a moan as she
felt his rock hard cock through his pants, begging to be
released.

Jess gyrated against him with the agility of
a courtesan, a woman trained to know how to drive a man wild. And
he was wild, clasping her to him, forgetting they weren't in the
security of their home, until the intercom buzzed to life.

Miss Halloway's voice was like a jolt of
electricity, shocking him back to reality. His face was hot as Jess
slid off him and rearranged herself. Davis told the receptionist to
just take a message.

Jess tucked a blonde strand behind an ear. "I
could lock the door. If you want."

But Davis was sobered up. As much as his cock
longed to feel the grasp of her velvet warmth, he shook his head.
"We promised, Jess. Never again. It's not right-"

"What?" Jess said adamantly. "I'm 18. We're
both adults."

"I'm old enough to be your father," he
whispered, then let out a disgusted chuckle when he realized the
irony of that statement. "I am your father. I AM your father." He
said it once more, like a mantra.

Jess crossed her arms. "No...I have a father.
You're just some guy who was married to my mom for a hot
minute."

Davis locked his jaw, not wanting her to see
how her words hurt him. "I think it's time for you to leave,
Jessica."

He ignored the fresh tears swimming in her
eyes as she swiped her purse. "Enjoy your lunch."

She slammed the door behind her, rattling
Davis down to the bone.

Chapter Four

Retail Therapy

Jess inhaled deep and released it as she
stepped inside of The Boutique, the premiere shopping spot for
those with lots of plastic to burn.

You could just smell the money in this place,
from the intricate architecture to the way the sales associate
sized up everyone who walked through the door.

Kara babbled on about some birthday party as
she eyed a slinky black dress. She held up the number against her
fair skin and twisted her crimson hair into a bun. "What do you
think, Jess?"

"It's cute," Jess said promptly, barely even
looking at her. Her mind was elsewhere. What was she even thinking
kissing Davis?

He kissed you
back
, a quiet voice whispered in her ear.
Which was true…and boy could that man kiss. Just the thought of his
lips and firm hands roaming over her body sent a spasm through the
heart of her.

She knew that if it wasn’t for his stupid
secretary, she would have felt his rock hard dick in her pussy. She
would have heard him cry out her name as he exploded inside of
her.

She closed her eyes. Jess longed to feel his
cum inside her again. She just wanted to feel whole again.

“
Meaghan said they had a
sale on lingerie,” Kyra added as she shuffled through the
jeans.

Jess made a beeline for the lingerie section.
The Boutique always had top of the line stuff that looked divine
and made her feel like something right out of Victoria’s
Secret.

Her heart clenched into a fist when she saw
the red bra she'd worn that night with Davis. She gave her head a
firm shake and picked up a leopard print pair of hipsters. She
usually looked good in prints. She didn't even bother looking at
the price tag, she just signaled the sales associate.

The eager associate slid right on over, a
plastic grin smothered on her face. "What can I do for you
sweetie?"

Jess held up the underwear. "I like the pink
trim on these. You can put it on my tab."

"Yes ma’am Miss Kensington."

"Kensington was my mother's last name," Jess
snapped. "My last name is Capshaw."

"My mistake," the associate apologized
profusely. "We also have a red, purple and blue trim."

"I'll take one of each," Jess said
dismissively, turning back to the lingerie. "That's all."

"I'll be gathering your items if you need
me," the associate said cheerfully, taking the hint.

Kyra walked over, the dress draped over her
arm. "Picking out something special for Clay?"

"Something like that," Jess said
halfheartedly. Clay was her on/off again boyfriend. He was a senior
at Creighton U. and captain of the swim team. He seemed like the
All-American type of guy, but Jess knew that he was hot-headed and
could go from zero to sixty in under a minute…and he was border
line creepy in the bedroom. Their last experiment had sent her to
have an uncomfortable conversation with her gynecologist.

Kyra picked up the red
bra, fingering the fabric. "This is kinda cute, huh?" She poked out
her lips; though it would take a lot of padding to make a lacy
number like that look scrumptious on Kyra’s conservative frame. “I
bet you’d look
so
cute in something like this. You should try it
on.”

Jess's cheeks were on fire as she turned back
to the negligees. "I think it's pretty tacky." She just grabbed
four from the rack and turned to the register. "You ready to
go?"

Kyra gave her a strange look. "We've barely
looked at anything."

Jess kept walking, trying to put as much
distance between her and the memory of that night. "I just remember
I have a thing. A, uh, meeting with a professor."

Kyra let out a giggle as she ran her
manicured fingers through her fiery mane. "So what? You never go to
those things. It’s part of your Valley Girl Without A Cause
charm."

"Well, Davis has really been on my ass about
school," Jess said. Which was true. Although Creighton was a state
school, he was dishing out full tuition and Jess barely went to one
class a week. She was skating by with C’s and D’s in most classes
and didn’t really care. When her mother was alive they’d talk about
her courses and what she was excited about studying, but now there
was no one to talk to.

Kyra stood beside her as the cashier rang up
the purchases. "That's so cool of him to let you stay there."

"Well, it IS my house," Jess sneered.

"Mmm…technically it's his house," Kyra
corrected. "Though if I were you, I'd be all about a barter system
of sorts. You know, a little bit this…a little bit of that." She
let out a moan. "Davis Kensington is hecka hot for 45."

"He's 41," Jess amended. She glanced at the
cashier. "How much?"

"$2,523 dollars and fifteen cents," the woman
said, flashing all her teeth. She was probably calculating the
commission in her head.

Jess gestured at Kyra's dress. "Add that
too."

Kyra's green eyes went wide. "Jessica! It's
300 dollars!"

A devilish grin spread across Jess' face.
"Consider it an early birthday present from Davis."

"My birthday's not for three months," Kyra
laughed, handing over the dress. "Davis is gonna KILL you!"

"No," Jess said, her face hard as she slid
the credit card across the counter. "He owes me."

Chapter Five

Third Wheel

Davis balanced the pizza as he fumbled for
his house key. He'd stopped at Luigi's and picked up Jess's
favorite--white pizza with mozzarella, garlic, and ricotta.

A couple of bites of this pizza would ward
off just anyone, and he was hoping that it would repel both of
them...and they would keep their hands off each other.

Jess made him feel like a teenager, virulent
and insatiable. He had her kiss branded on his lips, the taste of
her juicy pussy branded on his tongue.