A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale #1) (4 page)

He was caught. And he had no real defense.
Davis knew better...even when his cock was smothered in Jess's
sweet juices, a voice in the back of his head was saying, "Tsk,
tsk, tsk."

He fucked her anyway.

Toshi's back was to him, but by the taut way
she stood he knew she realized she was no longer alone.

Davis cleared his throat. "Let me, uh,
explain. You see-"

"No." Her single word sliced through his
confession. "She's a child, Mr. Kensington. She's grieving--and you
took advantage of that!"

Davis' eyes fell to the floor. "You think I'm
not grieving, Toshi? You think I don't miss Claudia everyday?" He
moved to beside the sink. He had to make her understand. "You think
this doesn't eat at me?"

Toshi looked up, her dark eyes narrowed.
"Apparently not too much."

Davis took a step back. "I deserved
that."

Toshi let out a cruel chuckle. "Oh you
deserve, much, MUCH more." She pulled her soapy hands from the
water and wiped them on a dish towel. "You knew better. You're a
grown ass man and you laid with your stepdaughter." She tossed the
towel at him. "What, you think because you didn't raise her it
makes it less disgusting? I've been with the Capshaws for 15 years.
And I can tell you sir, if you didn't still owe me a check, and I
was a man, I'd punch your lights out."

Davis tucked his tail between his legs. He
almost wished she did hit him. He'd prefer the pain of sticks and
stones over the agony of her words.

"You're right," he said finally. "You're
absolutely right. I shouldn't have a crossed a line. But...she's
under my skin, Toshi. At first it was physical, but last night..."
His words caught in his throat. He swallowed and pressed on. "Last
night was amazing. And I care about Jessica. As a woman." He
paused, not sure if his next words would better or worsen the
situation. "I think I'm falling in love with her."

"Oh please," Toshi snorted, tossing her gray
tendrils over her shoulder with disgust. "So what you're saying is,
you'll go to client dinners, corporate retreats with Jess--as your
girlfriend?"

His heart thudded in his chest. "Well, I
don't know if-"

"Exactly," Toshi snapped. "Everyone would
look at you differently. They'd see you as I do now. A lecherous,
mouse of a man that was more concerned with getting off than doing
the right thing." Toshi started pulling off her apron. "You know
what? I don't need the money. I don't want another damn cent from
you." She chunked the apron at him and shoved past, collecting her
things. She paused at the back door. "You tell Jessica that this
would have broken her mother's heart. Tell her it broke mine."

She slammed the door and was gone, silence
whooshing back in like an unwelcome friend.

He turned toward the foyer as he heard the
creak of the stairs.

Jess smiled at him, wiping the sleep from her
eyes. She seductively tied her robe. "Was that Toshi?"

"Yeah. I, uh, gave her a couple of days off,"
Davis lied.

"Mmm," she moaned, instantly untying her robe
and letting it fall to her ankles. "You know, I've always had a
fantasy of fucking you in the kitchen."

That little voice told Davis to look away,
but he muzzled it as his eyes roamed over Jess's body and scooped
her into his arms.

"Why Miss. Capshaw," he murmured in her ear.
"I believe that can be arranged."

With one sweep of his arm, the island was
cleared. He lifted Jess's hips and perched her on the edge. When he
opened her legs, her velvety fragrance wafted around him as he sunk
to his knees.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as her
stared at the folds of her beautiful cunt, shuddering and already
sopping wet for him.

He probed her clit with his tongue, swirling
his tongue around it. Her nectar was so pure and fresh.

He inserted two fingers and felt his groin
pulse with desire as her juicy cunt sucked his digits. As he pumped
it in and out, her moans mixed with his own. He had to fill her
pussy with his cock. He had to fill it right now.

His body shuddered with delight as his slid
his throbbing cock into her tight, wet pussy.

She threw her head back, but he gripped her
blonde tendrils, bringing her back up. He wanted to look at her
face. He wanted to see every inflection, every tremble her lips
made as he fucked her soggy cunt.

Jess came first and the feel of her pussy's
sporadic clenches on his cock set Davis off and he shot stream of
his passion into her.

When he was done, he helped her off the
island and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I think we should start
off every morning this way."

Jess giggled, then furrowed her brow as she
saw Toshi's apron. She fingered the balled up item. "Toshi forgot
her apron? She guards this thing with her life. It's like her good
luck charm or whatever."

Davis turned from her, certain his eyes would
betray him. "She just left in kind of a hurry. I think a couple of
days off have been a long time coming."

He walked to the fridge, pulling out some OJ.
"So, what would you like for breakfast?"

Chapter Eight

A Side of Nausea

Jess pushed her shades to the bridge of her
nose. Usually she basked in the warm juiciness of the sun, but
today it was too bright, magnifying her throbbing head.

She took a sip of her ginger ale as Kyra went
on about the party.

"That dress was a hit!" Kyra gushed. "It fit
me like a second skin and even Rosa's fiancé couldn't keep his eyes
off me."

"Cool," Jess said, running a hand through her
hair. "It sounds like it was a good time."

"Meh," Kyra shrugged, pulling at her tank
top. "Usually Rosa's soirees are balls out, totally insane the
party doesn't stop until someone calls the cops affairs, but last
night was pretty tame." She twirled a scarlet strand around her
finger. "So how was your date with Clay?"

Jess's nostrils flared. A bit of makeup had
covered the bruises he'd left on her neck, but just the sound of
his name took her back to that dark place. "It was fine, I
guess."

Kyra made a face. "Just fine?"

Jess shrugged. "We just had some pizza and he
went home."

"Bo-ring," Kyra tsked, taking a sip of her
soup. She gestured at Jess's salad. "You've barely even touched
your food."

"I'm feeling kinda off," Jess said, taking a
hearty gulp of soda. "A little nauseous."

"Maybe it was the pizza," Kyra frowned. "All
that grease and shit. I bet you had to hit the treadmill like
whoa."

A sly smile crept across Jess' face. "Oh I
got quite the workout." She could still remember the feel of Davis'
cock as it explored her body. When he fucked her face, she didn't
even mind when she gagged on his cock--hell, it excited her because
she knew that when he slid it into her pussy and rammed it nice and
deep, she'd be on cloud nine.

Clay was pretty much a one and done kinda
guy...and lasting more than fifteen minutes? Please.

She'd lost count of how many times she and
Davis had fucked last night...and twice this morning. She found
herself glancing at the bathroom, wondering what it would be like
if he could meet her at La Rue.

"I, uh, will be right back," Jess said,
pushing back from the table. Her peasant skirt swished around her
ankles as she pushed into the bathroom.

An elderly woman flashed a kind smile as she
wiped her hands and pushed out of the restroom.

Jess swallowed then looked below each stall.
She was alone.

She pushed inside the first stall, her heart
racing. Was she really going to do this? Before she lost her nerve,
she punched the number for Kensington and Associates.

"Kensington and associates, how may I direct
your call?" a voice chirped.

"Davis Kensington, please," Jess said, her
voice wavering.

"One second," the voice said promptly.

Beads of sweat coursed down her neck as the
elevator music played while she was on hold.

"This is Davis." His baritone voice almost
made her cum on the spot.

"I-it's me," she said finally. "Jessica."

"Hey Jess. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she answered quickly. "Of course. I
was just uh, at a restaurant."

"Okay," he said slowly. "You've got your
credit card, right?" She heard him shuffle around his desk. "Aren't
you supposed to be in Anthropology right now?"

"Don't," she said hoarsely. "Don't be my
stepdad right now when my pussy aching for your cock. Don't talk
about school when all I want is to fuck your brains out."

Davis' sharp intake of breath set her skin on
fire. The sweat was sticky and hot, so she hiked her skirt up to
her waist.

"You're so naughty," Davis chuckled. "And if
I was there right now-"

"Tell me," Jess interrupted, her fingers
pressing her wet panties. "Tell me what you'd do to me if you were
here."

Davis cleared his throat. "Well that depends.
What are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing that pink boho skirt of
mine-"

"Mmm," he interrupted. "The one that's just
sheer enough to tease what's beneath?"

Jess bit her lip. "Y-yeah. And a white skinny
tank. White bra, white thong."

"I bet your ass looks delicious in that
thing," Davis said huskily. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Mmhm," Jess moaned. "Well I'm stroking it
over my panties. I wanna hear how much you want me before I touch
it."

"I want you so bad, Jessica," he answered.
"If I were there with you, I'd pull back your underwear with my
teeth then breathe you in. Your pussy smells so good, baby."

Jess' legs quaked as she remembered how his
mouth felt on her pussy. He enjoyed it, every flick of his tongue,
every suckle.

"Put your finger in it, Jess," he said hotly.
"Put a finger in it for me."

Jess let out a moan as she sunk her finger
deep in her pussy, her whole body shaking as she pumped it in and
out, in and out.

She could almost see him stroking his thick
cock at his desk, as they both masturbated in unison. She could
feel his desire and it drove her wild.

She pumped her pelvis upward, working her
pussy like her life depended on it. It felt so good. Nothing had
ever felt as good as this.

"I'm coming," Jess said huskily. "I can't
wait any longer...OH GOD!"

She exploded, her desire seeping all over her
eager fingers, her pussy contracting, sending rhythmic rounds of
pleasure over her body.

She could hear moans from Davis' end and she
longed to have his cock in her mouth as he erupted, shooting his
hot cum down her throat.

"W-wow," Davis said finally.

"Yeah," Jess laughed, wiping herself with a
tissue.

"So, uh, I'm not done," Davis said, his voice
still laced with lust. "If you're not going to class, maybe you
wanna stop by my office after lunch?"

Jess smiled from ear to ear. "Sounds like a
plan. I better go."

"Alright," Davis said. "See ya Jess."

Jess pulled the phone from her ear, letting
out a sigh of bliss.

As she rose from the toilet, a wave of nausea
overwhelmed her. She could feel the bile rising in her throat and
just in time, kneeled in front of the toilet bowl. A torrent of
vomit filled the water like multicolored porridge.

Jess pulled back and wiped her brow with the
back of her hand. She did feel a little better.

She flushed the toilet and pushed out of the
stall. She splashed water on her face just as Kyra pushed into the
bathroom.

"I was starting to get worried," Kyra said
with a look of concern on her fair face.

Jess flashed her friend a smile as she swiped
a paper towel. "I got a little sick, but I feel a lot better now.”
She thought of Davis as they pushed back into the restaurant. "I
should probably call it a day though."

Kyra dropped a crisp hundred on the table and
steered Jess toward. "C'mon, let's get you home."

Chapter Nine

Afternoon Delight

Robert Jackson ran a harried hand through his
silver hair. "What do you mean you haven't called the rep?"

Davis pulled at his tie. "A lot has been
going on, Rob."

Davis didn't really appreciate his
associate's tone, but he knew he was right. While his old
secretary's ineptitude played a role in the case going to shit, he
was also to blame. He hadn't been on his A game because most of his
days were spent thinking about the curve of Jess's back. He’d been
stuck on the fact that when he traced her skin with his lips, she
let out a moan that rocked him to his very core.

Even now she was on his mind. That saucy
little minx had initiated quite the phone sex session. Thinking
about Jess pumping her hot pussy in a public restroom had flipped
him on instantly. His only regret was that he hadn't been there in
person; that he didn't feel her silk wetness slide up and down on
his engorged cock.

"Hello?" Robert snapped, waving his hand in
front of Davis' face. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Er, yeah," Davis coughed. "I'll get right on
that."

Robert threw his hands up in exasperation.
"So no, you aren't listening. I know that Claudia was a great
woman. A real gem. But it's been four months. And we offered to
give you a leave and you shot it down-"

"Mr. Kensington, Jessica is here to see you."
The intercom buzzed.

Davis let out an unconscious sigh of relief.
"Well Robert, I'll take your comments into consideration," Davis
said dismissively. "We'll talk later."

Robert let out a groan of disgust.
"Fine."

He held open the door for Jess and let out a
whistle that made Davis want to lay him out. Robert scanned Jessica
like she was a rib eye steak. "My, my, my Jessica. You get more
beautiful every time I see you."