Undeniably His (Undeniable Series Book 1)

by Ramona Gray

  Jane smiled at her but didn’t say anything. Despite what Amy thought, Luke wasn’t interested in anything more than sex with her. Even if he was, she wasn’t ready to give up the best paying job of her life for a relationship. She wouldn’t find a job that paid as well as this one and what happened if she and Luke broke up? She wouldn’t be able to live with Amy anymore and she’d be right back to where she used to be, only with a lower paying job and a lot less money. Mama J would be kicked out of the care home. Her stomach clenched at the thought and she must have been pale because Amy touched her arm.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes. Just tired,” Jane said.

  “I’ll let you go to bed. Listen, will you promise to still come to family dinners at least? My mom and dad really like you and if you stop coming, mom will harass you until you tell her why. It’s easier if you just come to dinner.”

  “I’ll try to come at least once a month. How’s that?” Jane said with a smile.

  Amy laughed. “I’ll let you work out the schedule with mom. Good night, Jane.”

  “Night, Amy.”

  When Amy was gone, she clicked off the light and curled up in the middle of the bed. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine that she was with Luke and in his bed before pushing the image out of her head. She’d had her night with him and it was best to forget it ever happened. Of course, that was easier said than done. She was already feeling nervous about tomorrow. What if he treated her differently? What if he –

  Enough, Jane! Luke will be fine. You’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Go to sleep.

  She blew her breath out in a harsh rush and closed her eyes. Everything would be fine.

  Chapter 11

  “Ms. Smith! My office now!”

  Jane straightened her skirt and pasted a smile on her face before walking toward Luke’s office. She paused with her hand on the door handle. God, she did not want to go in there. The day had started off fine, Luke was a bit distant but perfectly polite and he’d made no mention of Saturday night. She had found it a little disappointing that there wasn’t even a hint of his lust for her when he looked at her but reminded herself fiercely that it was for the best.

  However, as the day wore on, Luke became more and more impatient with her. Just before lunch, he snapped at her about a missing email and then was pissed off with her when she took too long to get his lunch. He was in a meeting from one until two and he hadn’t even looked at her when he returned. He had stomped by her desk, staring grimly at his cell phone before slamming the door to his office.

  “Ms. Smith!”

  His angry shout got her moving and she opened the doors and slipped inside.

  “Shut the doors,” he said.

  Her stomach flip flopped but she shut the doors and gave him a bland smile. “What can I do for you, Mr. Dawson?”

  “Amy’s latest drawings are missing from the computer system. Last week, I specifically asked you to make sure the scans were on the F drive.”

  “They should be there,” she said. “I remember moving them over.”

  “They’re not,” he said impatiently. “I’ve wasted the last half hour looking for them.”

  He scowled at her and her temper snapped. “Then you should have asked me earlier.”

  She stomped across his office and stood beside him before pushing on his shoulder. “Move please, Mr. Dawson.”

  He huffed angrily but rolled his chair back. She stood in front of him and used the mouse to click to the F drive and locate the files. It took her less than a minute and she tried to keep the irritation from her voice. “The files are right here.”

  There was no reply and she looked over her shoulder. Her face flushed. She was slightly bent over his desk and Luke was staring intently at her ass.

  “Mr. Dawson,” she said. God, why was her voice suddenly so hoarse?

  “Yes, Ms. Smith?” He replied without lifting his gaze.

  “I said the files are right here.”

  He rolled his chair forward, his knees hit the back of hers with enough force to buckle them and she fell backwards into his lap. His arm descended around her waist like a band of steel and stopped her from scrambling away.

  “Mr. Dawson, you’re acting,” she paused, “inappropriately.”

  His hand tightened on her hip as he leaned forward and studied the computer screen. “I’m working, Ms. Smith. You’re the one being inappropriate and rubbing your ass against my crotch.”

  “I am not rubbing my ass against your…”

  She trailed off as she realized that she was, indeed, rubbing her ass vigorously against his erection.

  He groaned into her ear and cupped her right breast, kneading it gently as he tasted the side of her neck before inhaling. “You smell so good, Jane.”

  “We said we weren’t going to do this again,” she said unsteadily.

  “You don’t want me?” He unbuttoned her blouse with deft fingers and slipped his hand inside the cup of her bra.

  “You’ve been a jerk all day and – oh God!” She couldn’t stop her moan when his fingers tugged on her nipple.

  “I have been a jerk,” he murmured into her ear. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

  “H-how?” She arched her back when he pulled on her nipple again.

  “I think a transgression as egregious as this requires a pussy eating as an apology. Don’t you?”

  “Oh hell, yes,” she said before she came to her senses and shook her head. “I mean, no.”

  “No?” He sucked on her earlobe before sliding his hand to her other breast and playing with her nipple. “You don’t like having your pussy eaten, Ms. Smith?”

  “It’s not appropriate,” she said before grinding her ass against his dick. “We said we wouldn’t do this again.”

  “No, we said we wouldn’t fuck again,” he said. “I don’t remember anything about pussy eating.”

  She opened her mouth and then shut it as he grinned at her. “Come by my house after work and I’ll eat your pussy until you feel I’ve adequately apologized for my behaviour today.”

  Oh, God. Her panties were so wet she was afraid she was going to leave a damp spot on her skirt and his pants. She wanted desperately to say yes. She wanted to forget about what a terrible, horrible, no good idea it was to sleep with her boss and go for it. Only, she had responsibilities and as much as she wanted Luke, she couldn’t go to his house tonight. She had a shift at the club and she couldn’t miss it.

  “I can’t,” she said. “I have plans.”

  “Your second job?”

  She stiffened and he squeezed her breast before rubbing her thigh with his other hand.

  “How do you know about that?” She asked.

  “Amy mentioned it to me,” he replied.

  Now he would ask her what club it was and she would have to lie to his face. There was no way in hell she was telling him what club she worked at. He’d fire her for sure. He surprised her when, instead of asking her where she worked, he said, “I guess I’ll have to apologize right now.”

  He had her legs spread and his hand stuck up her skirt before she knew what was happening.

  “Stockings,” he said appreciatively as he stroked the top of her thigh. “Very nice, little Jane.”

  She flushed and tried to close her legs but he was faster than her. His hand cupped her pussy through her silk panties and he rubbed at her clit through the wet fabric.

  “Oh God,” she hissed out as she squeezed the arms of his chair. “Mr. Dawson, we cannot do this in the office.”

  “You’ve left me no choice,” he murmured. “Since you can’t come by tonight, I have to make my apologies here.”

  “The weekend,” she gasped out as his finger slipped under the crotch of her panties and rubbed at her clit. “You can apologize on the weekend.”

  “I can’t wait that long,” he said. “I don’t think you can either.”

  “I can,” she whispered. “I – I can wait until…”
r />   She trailed off into a low groan as Luke slid his finger into her.

  “Don’t lie to me, Ms. Smith,” Luke said as he slowly finger-fucked her. “You need your little pussy eaten right now. Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said shakily. “Yes please, Luke.”

  He withdrew his hand and she made a whimper of need. He nipped at her neck before pushing her into a standing position. She stopped him when he started to push her skirt up.

  “The door,” she said. “We can’t do this – the door is unlocked.”

  He reached into a desk drawer and brought out a small silver remote. He pushed the top button and there was a low click as the doors locked.

  “Problem solved,” he said before pushing her skirt up around her waist. He tugged her panties down her legs. “Lift your foot.”

  Like she was in a dream, Jane lifted first one foot and than the other. Luke left her panties on the floor and she whimpered with pleasure when he kneaded her bare ass.

  “Such a beautiful ass,” he said before lightly biting her right ass cheek.

  She squealed and he laughed before squeezing her ass. “Quiet, Ms. Smith.”

  “Maybe you should stop biting me then,” she said.

  He laughed again before standing. He moved his laptop to the far left of the desk and pushed his phone to the far right and then patted the shiny, empty space on his desk. “Hop up, Jane.”

  She blinked at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “You have a better idea?” He said.

  “Yes. The damn couch,” she said before pointing to the leather couch in his office.

  “Maybe next time,” he said. “This time I want you spread out on my desk while I eat your pussy.”

  “There won’t be a next time,” she hissed as she stared at the doors. “We can’t do this again. If we get caught – ”

  “Don’t scream when you come and we won’t get caught,” he said before turning her and boosting her onto his desk. He unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way before pushing her bra up around her collarbone. He stared at her breasts then leaned down and sucked on one throbbing nipple.

  She moaned and clutched at his head as he nipped and sucked before pulling away. She pouted at him and he grinned before pushing her flat onto her back. “As much as I’d love to take my time and kiss every inch of your sweet body, little Jane, I have a meeting in half an hour. You’re going to have to be happy with a quick but satisfying pussy eating.”

  She blushed and his grin widened. “God, you’re so fucking adorable. Remember – no screaming my name when you come.”

  “Someone’s full of himself, isn’t he?” She said tartly as he took off his suit jacket and his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it before draping it over the back of his office chair. “I never scream and I’m not about to start now in your office where anyone could – oh God!”

  Luke had spread her thighs wide and buried his face in her pussy. Her hips arched, inviting him to lick her harder and deeper. He obliged, sucking on her already swollen clit as her hands clutched his head and pushed him into her. He teased her clit with his tongue as she moaned.

  He lifted his head and slapped her lightly on her nylon-clad thigh. “Quiet, Ms. Smith.”

  “Luke, don’t stop!” She hissed in a fierce whisper.

  He grinned at her before tracing the top of her thigh high with his fingers. “Who’s the boss here?”

  She scowled at him and pulled on his hair. He winced before bending his head and kissing her flat abdomen. “I love the way you taste, little Jane.”

  “Please.” Her tone turned to begging and she wasn’t the least bit ashamed.

  He trailed kisses along the bunched-up waistband of her skirt before pushing on her thighs again. “Nice and wide, honey.”

  She let her legs drop open to an obscene width. She no longer cared that she was lying on her boss’ desk with her bare ass smudging his desk and her juices dripping onto its shiny surface. Just a few seconds of his mouth on her pussy had sent her lust into overdrive. It was never like this with Jeremy, she thought dimly as Luke kissed her inner thighs before licking the crease between her thigh and her pussy.

  “Please,” she repeated.

  He took pity on her and parted her wet pussy lips with his thumbs before licking and sucking on her clit again. To her surprise and shame, she was immediately on the verge of coming. The muscles in her stomach tensed, her nipples tightened and her back arched again when he nuzzled her clit with his mouth and then sucked firmly. She barely had time to throw her arm over her mouth before she was screaming and coming all over Luke’s face.

  He held her down and pressed soft kisses against her inner thighs as she moaned and quivered against his desk.

  “Do I need to point out that you screamed, Ms. Smith?” He asked.

  “A gentleman wouldn’t,” she mumbled. “Apology accepted, by the way.”

  His low laugh sent shivers down her spine. She knew she should be sitting up, she was sprawled across Luke’s desk in a very unladylike position, but her entire body was still trembling and she felt weak and disoriented. She cracked open an eye when she heard the foil wrapper. Luke’s pants and briefs were around his ankles and he was rolling a condom onto his dick.

  “What are you doing?” She tried to sit up but Luke grabbed her calves and hauled her forward until her ass was on the edge of his desk.

  “Luke! We can’t have sex in your – oh God!”

  Her voice cut out and she made a low squeal of pleasure as Luke sunk his dick deep into her wet core.

  * * *

  He hadn’t meant to fuck her. He really planned on only eating her sweet pussy until she screamed his name. But she looked so fuckable sprawled out on his desk and his cock was rock hard and begging him for mercy. He had rolled on the condom and plunged himself into that tight warmth he’d been dreaming about since Sunday.

  Her squeal of pleasure made his balls tighten and he held her hips as he thrust deep and bottomed out in her. She was just as tight as Saturday night but being eaten out had made her soaking wet. She clutched at his forearms, her hips reaching up to meet every one of his strokes despite her small murmurs of protest.

  She hooked her thighs around his waist, squeezing tightly as he moved in and out with hard strokes. He rubbed her thighs, feeling the soft rasp of her nylons against his hands as she stared up at him.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned.

  “I have to prove I can be better than very nice,” he muttered.

  “That – that was a compliment,” she gasped when he made two rough thrusts.

  “Very nice is not a compliment,” he said with a low groan.

  She made a low cry of pleasure when he rocked his body against hers. “It is.”

  “Agree to disagree,” he gasped out.

  He was already on the verge of climaxing when she whispered, “We have to hurry.”

  “Sadly, that’s not a going to be a problem,” he said before squeezing one firm breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it. She moaned and her pussy tightened around him in response.

  He swore under his breath before renewing his pace with a desperation that bordered on embarrassing. He dropped over her, resting his hands on either side of her head and kissed her hard on the mouth. She opened to him immediately and he deepened the kiss as he fucked her with a hard and steady rhythm.

  “Fuck,” he muttered against her mouth. “You’re so fucking hot, Jane. You’re so tight and wet and…”

  He trailed off, his back arching as Jane clamped her hand over his mouth. He shouted into her palm as he climaxed deep inside of her. Panting loudly, he rested his forehead against Jane’s. Her warm breath washed over him and she rubbed his back.

  “You all right?”

  “Fucking amazing,” he mumbled. “You?”

  “Incredible,” she replied. He grinned at her and pressed a kiss against her mouth.

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p; “Get up,” she said before patting him on the back. “We need to get dressed before someone catches us.”

  He didn’t want to. He wanted to carry Jane to his couch, strip her naked and spend the rest of the afternoon making her climax repeatedly. Instead, he forced himself to straighten and pull out of her warm pussy. He disposed of the condom then helped her off the desk. She rearranged her clothing and yanked her underwear on as he pulled up his briefs and pants. He followed Jane’s gaze when she made a groan of embarrassment.

  “Oh God, your desk,” she whispered. It was wet and shiny with her sweet cream and her cheeks flushed bright red.

  He shrugged. “I’ll grab some paper towels and clean it up.”

  “And disinfectant,” she said so primly that he snorted loud laughter.

  She wrinkled her nose at him. “You go to the bathroom and wash your face and hands. I’ll grab the paper towels and disinfectant.”

  “You might want to, uh, fix your hair first,” he said.

  She touched her hair. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

  He grinned at her and she hurried to his private bathroom. He heard her gasp of dismay from the desk. He walked to the bathroom and stood in the doorway, watching as she tried to smooth her hair down.

  “I look ridiculous,” she muttered.

  “No. You look like you’ve just been fucked,” he said.

  She glared at him and gathered her hair into a pony tail before pushing past him and snagging an elastic band from his desk drawer. As she wrapped it around the ponytail, she said, “We can’t do this again, Luke. Do you understand?”

  “Not entirely,” he said with another grin. “Do you mean we can’t have sex again or we can’t have sex at the office again.”

  She paused and then said, “Both.”

  “You hesitated.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “You did.”

  “Did not.”

  “Did too.”

  She huffed in annoyance and said, “I’ll be right back. Go get cleaned up before your meeting.”