A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale #1)
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

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