by Katy Kaylee
MISBEHAVED
KATY KAYLEE
CONTENTS
Description
Prologue
1. Jax
2. Penny
3. Jax
4. Penny
5. Jax
6. Penny
7. Jax
8. Penny
9. Jax
10. Penny
11. Jax
12. Penny
13. Jax
14. Penny
15. Jax
16. Penny
17. Jax
18. Penny
19. Jax
20. Penny
21. Jax
22. Penny
23. Jax
24. Penny
25. Jax
26. Penny
27. Jax
28. Penny
29. Jax
30. Penny
31. Jax
32. Penny
33. Jax
Epilogue
Misunderstood (Excerpt)
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DESCRIPTION
Pregnant with my brother’s best friend?
No, that can’t happen!
They say, the universe always conspires to give you what you’ve always wanted.
In my case, it’s revenge with Jax Michaels.
My brother’s best friend, my sworn enemy, and now my new boss.
Three years ago, I let him deflower me.
A mistake that left me devastated. Scarred. Wounded. Hurt.
I’ve hated him all these years,
Thinking of ways I can make him pay back for what he did.
And fate makes sure our paths cross once again.
Of all the fashion houses in the world,
I walk into his!
Did I say he’s still as charming as ever?
And those smoldering eyes of his…I can spend the rest of my life simply looking into those.
I think I’m falling for him yet again,
But forgiveness is off the table,
He needs to know that he’s the biggest regret of my life,
And no matter how hard he tries, I will never trust him.
Not even with a baby on the way.
And that is why this will be my little secret.
PROLOGUE
Penny
I GROANED WITH EXQUISITE PLEASURE, my body on fire in the best way. It was like getting hit by a million little pinpricks of ecstasy up and down my spine, sending out jolts of desire that left me panting and weak in the knees. Jax Michaels was kissing me! It felt like a dream. I had wanted him since I saw him all those years ago, and now his mouth was fused with mine, his tongue lashing in and out and all around.
When his mouth pulled away from mine, I groaned, missing the fusion. When his hot, wet mouth clamped down on the side of my neck and began to gently suck, the groan turned to one of excitement. I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access.
“Like that,” I whispered, encouraging him to keep going.
The low-cut black dress I wore to the party on campus exposed a lot of skin. I wanted his mouth to touch it all. The heat radiating from within was making me pant. No—what he was doing to my body was making me pant and gasp for air as I struggled to deal with the ecstasy pumping through my veins. I had kissed men before, but this was next level. The man was experienced and seemed to know exactly when to apply pressure and when to use a featherlight brush of his lips over my skin.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his tone a little cocky, but I didn’t mind.
“I do,” I gasped.
He had moved over the front of my chest and was making slow circles with his tongue and teeth. I realized his path was impeded by the damn dress. I wasn’t about to let that get in the way of me finally getting what I wanted. The night was too perfect to let it be ruined by a dress. I reached behind me and with a little twisting, managed to grab hold of the zipper and pull it down. His face moved away from my flesh, his perfect green eyes staring into mine as I let the dress fall forward. It took me less than three seconds to rid myself of the skimpy fabric.
“Damn,” he said in that same cocky tone as his eyes roamed over my body clad only in my tiny black satin panties.
I stood proudly before him, letting him look his fill. I wasn’t the shy type. At least, not with him in that moment. I had wanted it for too long. We were alone in my dorm room, and I had no worries about being interrupted.
“I want you,” I stated.
He sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. “You’re sure?” he asked, as if he was going to change his mind.
“Jax, I’m sure. I want you to be the one to take my virginity. I trust you. I know you. All I’m asking for is this one night,” I told him.
Deep down, I wanted so much more than one night. I wasn’t going to lie—I was secretly hoping that once he realized how much he liked having sex with me, he’d want me for good. He’d become addicted like I had seen so many other guys do with my friends. They always told me their relationships bloomed after a hookup at a party. Usually those relationships fizzled out or ended up with one person getting hurt. I knew Jax wouldn’t hurt me. We’d still be friends even if he wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend—yet. I had a plan to work on that part. For now, I was more than happy to cash in my V-card with my big brother’s best friend.
My approval was all he needed. His mouth dropped back to my neck before he bent his tall, lean frame over to kiss my breast. I cried out. The contact felt like I was being branded. In many ways, I knew I was. I was Jax’s girl, whether he knew it or not. I was his.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
I nodded, butterflies in my belly making me feel fluttery as I sat down on my small twin bed. I lay back on the pillows, my eyes watching him. It was all new to me. I wasn’t sure what I should do and chose to lie there and let him show me. In one swift move, he ripped off his shirt, exposing the bare chest I had seen a hundred times before. When he dropped his jeans, I nearly choked. I’d seen the underwear ads he’d posed for during the course of his modeling career, but seeing the package, literally, in person was very different.
“Wow,” I whispered, the word escaping my lips before I had a chance to remind myself it was supposed to be an inner thought.
He grinned. “Wow is right.”
He crawled onto the bed and laid his long body alongside mine. He covered my mouth with his again, his hand squeezing and gently kneading my breast. I moaned against his lips. Once again, his mouth left mine, placing a long line of hot kisses down the side of my neck. He crawled over the top of me, and I immediately tensed. I tried to tell myself to relax, that this was how it was supposed to happen, but I was nervous and excited as hell.
His mouth moved over my belly, his hands running over my rib cage as he slid down my body. He stopped, hovering over the apex of my legs. I tried to control my breathing, but it wasn’t working. I was panting, my stomach filled with heat and butterflies, making me feel twitchy. I could feel his hot breath through the thin satin panties. In that moment, it was all very real. His fingers reached for the panties, pulling the satin away and exposing the most intimate part of my body to him.
“Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect,” he growled.
I whimpered. His words were like the wings of a butterfly floating over my exposed flesh. I was vibrating with anticipation, waiting for him to touch me. He gifted me with a soft brush of his lips over mine. My hips bucked, nearly smashing my crotch against his face.
“Shh,” he whispered, the breath of air floating over me again, tickling sensitive skin and sending goose bumps over my body.
He closed his mouth over my womanly core. I closed my eyes, the sensations too much to handle with my eyes open. I reached down, running my fingers through the messy blond hair that was reminiscent of a sexy surfer, just a tad too long for acceptable social standards.
His tongue slid over me, parting my folds and taking me one step closer to ecstasy and losing the virginity I had been holding on to with an iron grip. He pulled back, replacing his mouth with one of his fingers. I felt him slide over the folds, now wet from his mouth and my own liquid heat. He pushed the finger in, just a little. The feeling was strange and good at the same time.
“Relax,” he encouraged, the finger wiggling a little deeper inside me.
“I am,” I told him, feeling anything but relaxed.
“You’re tight.” He said the words as if he were in pain.
“I’m sorry,” I said, immediately feeling like I was doing something wrong.
“Don’t be. I’m going to make this good. I just need you a little wetter,” he said, pushing the finger in deeper.
I gasped, my hands clenching into fists as my body adjusted around the feeling of his finger being inside me. “Okay,” I breathed.
His finger worked in and out of me, stretching me as he moved it around. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my body responding in ways I didn’t know were possible. He pulled his finger out, and in a flurry of movement, he ripped the panties from my body before pushing off his own underwear. He rose over me, nudging my legs wide with his knee. I watched as he grasped his very large cock in his hand and lowered himself over my body.
I felt the hard, round head of him at my core, demanding entry. He removed his hand and gave a small push. I gasped, flinching as he pushed in a little more. It wasn’t going to work. All the excitement and wetness I had felt dried up. It hurt.
“I can’t,” I said, feeling like a complete failure.
“Shh, hold on, let me get you wet again.”
His mouth closed over mine, his cock barely inside me. I could feel the throbbing between my legs and wasn’t sure if it was him or me. His kiss made me remember what it was I was after. My body relaxed around him, giving him the signal to push on. He slid a little deeper, stretching me as he moved. My hands were on his shoulders, ready to push him off me if it became too much.
“Jax,” I said breathlessly, feeling unfamiliar sensations burning deep inside me, centered at the point where our bodies joined.
“Shh, just relax,” he whispered again.
My body was his to control. I felt my muscles relaxing, allowing him to push all the way inside me. I moaned with contentment as his body seated itself against mine. I opened my eyes to check his expression and saw a look of strain.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried I had done something to cause him pain.
“Good. Are you good?” He gasped out the words as if he really were in pain.
“Yes, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” I told him.
“Thank god. I have to move,” he mumbled, his body slowly pulling out of mine before sliding back in.
The pain had turned into pleasure. The friction of our bodies joining sent shards of sharp ecstasy through my body. I held on to his shoulders, my body spinning out of control. I didn’t know what was happening, but it felt too good to stop. There was a flash of heat and my body was erupting, stars bursting in front of my eyes. I could feel myself drifting away, the sounds of Jax grunting and groaning making me smile.
Jax collapsed beside me, our bodies pressed together on the narrow bed. He pulled me in close, holding me as he caressed one hand up and down my arm. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“So much better than okay,” I replied dreamily.
He chuckled. “Good.”
I didn’t mean to do it, but my body was completely sated and it felt so good to be in Jax’s arms that I fell asleep, thinking about our future together—which I was counting on there being a lot more sex between us. I was convinced what we had just shared was something special.
When I woke up, I immediately felt his absence. I was a little disappointed but knew he had likely left to avoid any run-ins with the RA. I smiled and stretched before getting out of bed and pulling on my robe and grabbing my shower caddy. I left my room and headed for the shower, feeling like all was right with the world. For four long years I had been dreaming about Jax, and it had finally come true. Nothing could bring me down.
I found myself humming in the shower, not caring that there were other people in the bathroom. I didn’t care until I heard my name. I stopped humming and leaned my head away from the spray of the shower, eavesdropping on their conversation.
My jaw practically hit the shower floor. “No,” I breathed out as I listened to them gossip about me having sex with Jax last night.
I could feel my face turning red. Apparently, Jax had told the world we’d slept together, and he had been sorely unimpressed with my performance, or lack thereof. I wanted to melt into the floor drain. I felt sick.
“Penny Logan would have zero stars on her Yelp review,” one of the girls said with a giggle.
I covered my face, leaning against the cold shower wall and sliding down until my bare ass hit the shower floor. I couldn’t believe Jax had been so cruel, cold, and callous. I thought we’d shared something special.
I let myself wallow, listening to the girls gossip about the party the night before and some of the other misdeeds of my fellow students.
Shake it off, shake it off, I demanded. I got back up, rage replacing the hurt. I hated Jax Michaels. He was a piece of crap, and I was going to hate him for the rest of my days. He’d better hope I never ran into him in a dark alley.
1
JAX
Three and a half years later
I WALKED into my business headquarters in a space that was ridiculously overpriced in downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota. It was one of those areas that was trendy and cool and cost a damn fortune to rent space in. I knew I had to spend money to make money, but god damn, it was going to kill me if things didn’t start to change. Whoever came up with that saying should have been a little more specific: How much money and how long did a guy wait for a return on his investment?
Right now, it was all about the image. If I would have put my offices in the boring financial district or off the beaten path, it wouldn’t project the image of success and coolness that I wanted people to see when they walked through the doors. The fashion industry was brutal. While some designers managed to make their stuff cool and trendy because they appealed to some secret underground world and didn’t mind a shitty headquarters, that wasn’t me.
I wanted to be right up there with the greats. I wanted to one day have fashion shows that pulled in the top models and the big-name celebrities begging to wear my designs. I was a young designer at twenty-seven but hoping to capitalize on my modeling career that had slowly been fading as I transitioned to the other side of the fashion industry.
“Good morning,” one of the young women who answered phones for us on a part-time basis said with a flirty smile.
“Good morning. It’s nice to see you,” I replied.
I stopped to adjust one of the huge framed posters on the wall of the hallway. It was a picture of me, washed in red. The hall was lined with similar pictures of me in my own designs. It was part of the image. I needed people to see me wearing the clothes I had created. I had been modeling the latest fashion trends for years, and my goal was to shift the trend to my designs.
“Ready to get to work,” Dakota Mills said, walking toward me.
“I’m always working.”
He smirked. “It looked like you were flirting with the help. Take it from me, you don’t want to do that,” he said.
I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. His pale blue eyes had been one of the things that had catapulted him to the top in the world of modeling. Few guys with his dark skin tone had light eyes. It made him almost instantly famous until one day, a single rumor from a j
ilted woman ruined his career.
“Not flirting. What’s on the agenda today?” I asked him, resuming my walk to my large office at the end of one of the curved halls.
The space looked futuristic. It was a little weird, but it was certainly unforgettable. Glass walls, curves instead of straight boring hallways, and lots of pictures in bright colors. The white stone floors made it look a lot bigger than it was. It was an illusion—just like modeling. Beautiful people were rarely as beautiful as they appeared on the magazines and billboards. A little lighting, a little creative camerawork by a skilled photographer, and the glorious magic of Photoshop and everyone could be beautiful.
“We need to figure out the situation with the manufacturer,” he said as I pushed open the wide door to my office.
My office was the only one besides Dakota’s that had the luxury of privacy blinds. I liked the idea of an open concept, but I also didn’t like everyone looking at me all day.
Dakota closed the door behind us. I moved to the vertical blinds, closing them to give us a little privacy as we discussed a situation that tended to piss me off. “Is it figured out?” I asked, taking my seat behind the metal and glass desk that went with the modern design theme.
“No.”
“Shit,” I groaned, running a hand through my short hair.
“We’ll get it figured out,” he assured me in his calm voice like he always did when I started to get stressed out.
“We better—”
“I got one!” Carolina Mills, Dakota’s younger sister, exclaimed as she burst into my office.
“You got what? An STD?” Dakota teased.
She gave him a dirty look with eyes that were identical to his. “You’re such an asshole.”
“What did you get, Carolina?” I asked, not really in the mood for games.
“I found our new head of the marketing department,” she proclaimed with a great deal of pride.
Dakota looked at me, then his little sister. “Marketing department? How can we have a head of marketing when we don’t even have a marketing department?”
“Shut up. Why do you insist on raining on my parade?” She glared, flopping down on the red leather couch in my office. She crossed her long slender legs and folded her arms across her chest in the perfect pout.
