Undeniable
Authors: Lexie Davis
All she had to do was say yes…
Ashlyn Davenport knew getting involved with her employer’s
brother would wreak havoc in her life. All the women in the office gossiped
about Jake Taylor and his bad boy ways. He was hardly the kind of man a woman
could easily forget, but she had no intention of being with him.
However, when Jake attends his brother’s birthday party, Ashlyn
learns first hand how truly undeniable Jake Taylor really is. With a tempting
offer unlike any other, the motorcycle lover promised her a night she’d never
forget. All she had to do was say yes.
Undeniable
By:
Lexie Davis
Undeniable
©Copyright Lexie Davis 2016
Cover Art by
kshipley
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nor by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and
retrieval systems without the written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. All events are
from the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead,
events or places is purely coincidental.
Note: This work was previously published
under the same title by a different publisher. It has been re-edited and is
approximately 8,000 word short story.
Be warned:
This book contains sexually explicit
content and adult language which is only suitable for mature (18+) readers.
Connect with the Author:
Website:
www.lexiedavis.com
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Table
of Contents:
Three months
ago…
It
was my boss’s birthday party, and I was required to attend. Some say it’s
because my uptight boss didn’t have any friends, so the two hundred and something
people required to be there were the only ones willing to show up. I just
happened to be Cooper’s personal assistant, and the guy who had stared at me
for most of the night was his brother, Jake Taylor.
He’d
been looking at me all evening. Carelessly, I suppose, but his eyes wandered
continuously in my direction. I occasionally smiled, catching him in the act,
although he didn’t return the gesture. He simply stared as if he had every
right to let his gaze roam the length of my body.
I’d
met Jake before, at company dinners and such, and had always felt an attraction
to him. Tonight, the six-foot-four inches of nothing but a perfect male
specimen dressed casually at the black-tie dinner party. Faded denim jeans
covered his lower half while an equally faded tee with “Stud” splayed across
the front covered his upper. Two frayed holes marked his pants at the knees. He
looked as unhappy as everyone else who had been forced to attend.
Except
the rest of us were dressed formally. My long, black dress fell to the ground,
my five-inch silver, strappy heels useless to keep it off the floor. I,
personally, wouldn’t have chosen this dress for this occasion, but it was the
only formal I owned. When his eyes met mine again, I decided to go for it.
I
felt a bit self-conscious at the low-cut neck, gathering together just above my
navel to accentuate a very haughty cleavage. My back was essentially bare. The
halter-top tied around my neck, while the rest of the fabric gathered just
above the round swell of my ass. I had worn the dress, once, to my best
friend’s engagement party and had never put the thing back on. Now, looking at
Jake’s wandering gaze, I was glad that I had.
I
crossed the ballroom, making my way towards him through the crowd of people.
Generally at these parties, most of us form cliques and stay with our group.
Ridiculously like high school, I suppose, but a way of survival, otherwise we’d
all be wasted and puking all over the place. Then again, who’s to say some of
us weren’t?
Jake
saw me approach and his dark eyes narrowed as he leaned against the far wall,
arms crossed over his chest. I smiled to myself, applauding my effort at
finally working up enough courage to talk to him. It had been five years since
the day we’d first met, and we’d never even spoken a “hello”.
“What
do you want?” he asked before I came to a complete stop beside him.
Did
he really want the answer to that question? His curt response startled me for a
second. Maybe I shouldn’t have come over here. Maybe things were better left
alone. But the look in his eyes melted away my reserves. I was bold enough to
come over here. And dammit I was going to have a conversation with him. I
narrowed my eyes.
“I
just wanted to talk to the only casually-dressed guy in the room. Didn’t you
get the memo about this being a black-tie affair?”
“Oh,
I got the memo.” His gaze raked over me, again, stopping at my breasts. “But I
don’t give a fuck.”
I
scoffed, “I wish some of us were so lucky.”
The
live band started to play the B-52’s
Love
Shack
, and everyone gathered in the middle of the dance floor. I stared
openly at Jake as he stood next to me, his body towering over me, hard and
delicious. I wanted to ask him to dance, to feel his arms around me, all over
me, but knew dancing wasn’t his style either.
“See
something you like?” he asked. Dark gray eyes with just a tiny hint of blue
stared down at me, deep pools I wanted to swim in. My body heated as his gaze
roamed the length of me, every inch of my skin tingling as he assessed me. God
only knew what he thought, but a bolt of excitement shot down my spine when he
stopped to stare at my breasts.
“Do
you
see something
you
like?” I crossed my arms, making
my breasts spill even further out of my dress. I couldn’t help wondering how I
hadn’t been arrested for public indecency.
The
song ended and a new one began, this time Josh Turner’s
Your Man
. Wanting his hands on me so badly, yet too cowardly to
make the first move, I finally asked him, “Would you like to dance?”
“This
song’s stupid.” Although he said the words, he uncrossed his arms and glared
down at me.
“So?
Are you too good to dance with me?”
To
my surprise, he grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. Finally—
finally
—his arms were around
me. I silently thanked my best friend, Karolyn, for persuading me to buy this
dress, and the dressmakers, Dolce and Gabbana, for making it backless.
His
heated palm slid down my spine as our hips swayed to the music. He pulled me
close—close enough to feel the very impressive bulge in the front of his
pants. My nipples ached as they brushed against his chest, the heat from his
body seeping through my slinky
dress, hot enough to burn.
“You’ve
been watching me nearly all night,” I said as we made tiny circles along the
dance floor. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?”
He
scoffed. “Do you really think I care what others think?”
“No,
but I had to make the first move.”
He
grinned then, sliding both hands to my rear and squeezing the fleshy cheeks,
before pulling me up against him. “Tonight’s not the first night I’ve noticed
you, Cupcake. I’ve just respected the fact you didn’t seem to want a poor
bastard like me.”
I
sucked in a breath at the enormous erection pressing into my body. His heat
burned my flesh and the only thing stopping me from hiking up my dress was my
co-workers standing around, undoubtedly gawking at us. God, he was big, and I
couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
“That’s
not true,” I said, somehow finding my voice. I looked up at his chin and licked
my lips. “I wanted you the first time I met you.”
I
wanted more than just a dance with his hands lightly touching me. I wanted his
mouth kissing me, his fingers caressing me, his cock—oh, God—I
needed his cock inside me. I wanted all of him, craved it actually. I leaned in
a bit and caught a whiff of his cologne. His smell was intoxicating, a spicy
aroma of something unique to him. I brushed my cheek against his shoulder, one
hand gripping his, the other clasping his shirt at the small of his back. His
strength was the only thing keeping my knees from locking and my body
collapsing on the dance floor.
“I
think we should get out of here,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my
cheek.
I
couldn’t agree more.
The
song ended and he led me away from the dance floor to the commons area outside
the ballroom. Many people stared as his hand engulfed mine, although no one
said a word. Jake Taylor wasn’t one to mess with, boss’s brother or no. His
scowl alone told anyone around that his bite was worse than his bark. He lived
up to his bad-boy reputation and had many women scampering after him, begging
for his attention.
Fuck
them. I’m his girl tonight and I fully intend to live up every single second
with him.
He
led me out into a secluded hallway, clutching my hand in his. My body tingled
with anticipation as he found a quiet room. We stepped inside, into the
darkness, before Jake closed the door and clicked the lock into place. My heart
thudded in my chest as every single one of my senses came into play.
“Bend
over, Cupcake,” he said, sliding his hands along my waist and turning me away
from him.
I
complied only to feel his hands trail up my thighs, taking my dress with them.
The slinky fabric teased my sensitized skin, and my pussy lips dripped with my
cream. All the anticipation was catching up with me. I needed release.
His
fingers played along my inner thigh, dancing their way upward. I squirmed a
little, slightly uncomfortable with being pressed against a wall. But squirming
didn’t help the state I was in. He stood to his full height and pressed his
hard body against my back as he slid his hands down my arms to meet my
fingertips.
“Stick
your ass out, Cupcake, so I can make it real good for you.” His mouth found my
neck, his teeth nibbling at the flesh of my shoulder.
“Don’t
tease, me, Jake. Fuck me.” I stuck my ass out to him, wiggling it a bit so he
got the message. It’d been too long since I’d had some fabulous sex, and I was
counting on him to make up for it.
I
guess my gyrations forced him into action. My dress was soon wadded above my
bare ass, while his fingers played with the scrap of lace hidden between my
cheeks. He pulled it out then up, rubbing the stiff lace against my clit every
time. The sweet pressure of my impending climax was within reach, but I wanted
him inside me. I wanted him to make me come with nothing but his cock. This
sweet teasing could wait until later.
Before
I could voice my opinion, my thong snapped and fell away from my body. “Do you
wear these little thongs under those business suits my brother makes you wear?”
The
temperature of the room must have been ninety degrees as sweat poured from my
body. How could he possibly want rational conversation at a time like this?
“Yes,”
I replied, lucky that I got that much out.
He
snickered, then the rasp of his zipper filled the silence. “No wonder you’re
his
personal
assistant,
Cupcake.”
“You’re
a jackass,” I panted. “I earned my job because of my abilities. Not because of
how I look or what kind of panties I wear. I resent you suggesting such a
thing.”
“Maybe.
But you still want my cock.” His breath fanned against my neck. “You’ve known
me how long and here we are about to fuck in a closet. What am I suppose to
think?” His cock pressed against me, while he teased me from ass to clit,
rubbing with enough pressure to make me squirm. “If you were my assistant,
you’d definitely be assisting me on a whole hell of a lot of personal things.
Starting with this.”
He
slid nothing but his very tip into me, and I gasped. He was big. Bigger than
I’d assumed he was when I’d felt him through his jeans pressed up against me.
And, already, with just that much inside, my walls stretched to accommodate
him. I feared it might not be enough. It was like taking a bull.
“God,
you’re so tight, Cupcake.” He shoved in more, creating delicious sensations
throughout my body. “You’re gonna squeeze my dick off when you come.”
I
panted for breath, now that he was halfway inside me. I couldn’t hold my head
up, so I rested it against the wall, thankful that something sturdy was there
to keep me from falling into a pile of mush at his feet. I couldn’t see
anything in the darkness of the room, but I closed my eyes, giving myself over
to the sensations of my body.
And
then he thrust in all the way, making me scream.
“Fuck,”
he panted in my ear.
Water
dripped onto my back, and I realized he was sweating too. At least I wasn’t the
only one who was hot in here. His fingers dug into my hips. It took too much
control on both parts to keep still.
“Cupcake,
you’re a cock tease. I don’t know how the hell I’ve spent five years without
touching you, fucking you. Shit.”
Honestly,
neither did I.
He
pulled out then rammed back in, sweet friction driving us to the edge. My
fingernails clawed at the drywall as I resisted him by pushing my ass towards
him and meeting him thrust for thrust.
He’d
had me hot and wet all night long. I saw him casually enter the ballroom
earlier, looking just as happy to be at his brother’s party as I was. Wearing jeans
and a tee fit his personality. He took orders from no one, rebelling against
the smallest things in life.
His
hot breath brushed against my cheek. I was so close to coming that I bit my lip
to the point I drew blood. And then his hand snaked around to my front,
fondling whatever flesh he could find until I came apart. I screamed in
ecstasy, squeezing him deep within me as he thrust two more times and came. Hot
semen spurted into my womb, overfilling to the point cum dripped down my legs.
“You’re
one hell of a lay, sweetheart, but I want you naked in bed where I can see your
sweet pussy beg for my cock.” For the second time that night, he repeated,
“Let’s get out of here.”
