Undeniably His (Undeniable Series Book 1)

by Ramona Gray

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said before giving her a small salute.

  She rolled her eyes and slipped out of his office. He returned to the bathroom and washed his hands and face before staring at himself in the mirror. If Jane thought that he could stay away from her after this, she was wrong. The way she responded to his touch, the feel of her tight pussy was now an obsession.

  Sleeping with your assistant is stupid and dangerous.

  Yeah, it was. But it wasn’t going to stop him from taking sweet little Jane every chance he got.

  * * *

  “Why are you so distracted?”

  Luke stared blankly at Mark. “I’m not.”

  “Bullshit,” Mark said. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve said about this quarter’s numbers.”

  “I’ve heard it.”

  “No, you haven’t.”

  There was irritation in his best friend’s voice. It wasn’t like Mark to be irritated so easily and Luke studied him for a moment. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” Mark said.

  “Now who’s bullshitting?” Luke asked.

  Mark rubbed his jaw. “I’m tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.”

  “Why not?” Luke asked.

  There was a knock on the door and Jane stuck her head into the room. “Mr. Dawson? I have the documents you – oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting.”

  “It’s fine,” Mark said as he stood. “Luke, take a look at the numbers and get back to me by the day after tomorrow, okay?”

  Luke nodded as Mark slipped past Jane and shut the office doors. Vaguely, he realized he should have made Mark stay so he could find out what was wrong with him but the moment Jane had walked into his office, she was all he could think about. He’d tasted her pussy and fucked her on his desk just yesterday and already he wanted her again.

  As she placed the documents on his desk, he tried desperately to think of a reason to keep her in his office. “Ms. Smith, there was a problem with the letter you emailed to me earlier.

  “What was wrong with it?” She asked.

  “Errors, multiple errors,” he replied.

  She stared at him in disbelief and he opened up the document before rolling his chair back. “Come see for yourself.”

  She hesitated and he tried to look calm and indifferent about her decision. Truthfully, he was dying to get her close to him. He didn’t think it was his imagination that she’d been avoiding him today. But if he could touch her and kiss her soft mouth even once, maybe he could concentrate on his damn job.

  She gave him a suspicious look before walking behind his desk. She kept her body straight and stared at the screen. He tried not to grin and failed miserably as he stared at her ass. She might think not being bent over made a difference but the way her skirt hugged her ass made him instantly hard.

  “I don’t see anything,” she said.

  “Third paragraph,” he replied. Her skirt ended just above the knee and as she studied the screen, he slid his hand under her skirt and stroked her thigh. She stiffened and turned her head to glare at him.

  “Behave, Mr. Dawson.”

  “I am, Ms. Smith,” he said innocently as he nudged at her closed thighs. To his surprise, she shifted her feet apart as she turned her head to stare at the screen again. He caught a whiff of her body wash as he slid his hand up her inner thigh. She was wearing stockings again – God, that made him so fucking hard for her – and he stroked the soft skin of her thigh above the top of them.

  “Th-there aren’t any mistakes,” she moaned.

  “There are,” he said as his hand inched higher. “Keep looking.”

  “I don’t see any – oh, God…”

  His hand had reached her panties and she widened her thighs as he touched the damp fabric.

  “Keep looking, Ms. Smith,” he said sternly as he ran his fingers back and forth over her panties. He pressed experimentally against her clit through the silk material and she moaned before plastering her hand over her mouth.

  She dropped her hand and said, “There’s one misspelled word.”

  “Like I said, an error,” he replied.

  “You said multiple errors.” She turned her head to stare down at him.

  He shrugged and withdrew his hand. She couldn’t mask the disappointment that flashed across her face as she turned to face him.

  “Regardless, I think there should be some sort of punishment for your error. Don’t you, Ms. Smith?”

  Her breath hitched and her eyes dropped to the tented crotch of his pants. A slow grin crossed his face. He had planned on tasting her sweet pussy again but now he had a better idea. She watched as he reached into the desk drawer and removed the silver remote. He locked the door, the click was very loud in the silence, and waited for her to protest.

  When she didn’t, he leaned back in his chair and said, “Remove your shirt and bra.”

  She chewed at her bottom lip as she considered his demand. “Ms. Smith,” he prompted, “your punishment is not up for discussion.”

  Her face flushed and she unbuttoned her shirt before placing it on the desk. Her bra was white with a lace trim and her nipples jutted out against the silk fabric. He resisted the urge to stand and suck on them through the material. Instead he cocked an eyebrow at her and made a lazy flicking motion with his fingers. “The bra as well.”

  She reached behind her and unclasped it. As she pulled down the right strap he said, “Slowly.”

  She flushed but slowed her movements, easing the other strap down her arm before letting the bra slide slowly from her slender body. She placed it on the desk with her shirt and left her arms at her sides. He drank in the sight of her small breasts topped with delectable pink nipples. They were beaded into hard points and he smiled at her. “Come here.”

  He spread his legs and she stepped forward until the outside of her thighs pressed against his inner thighs. Her lovely breasts were directly in his face and she arched her back a little in silent supplication.

  Unable to resist her plea, he slid his hands around her tiny waist and splayed them against her lower back before pressing a kiss between her breasts. She moaned and he pulled her closer before licking a circle around her nipple. She made a low sound of need and he sucked hard on her nipple before releasing it and blowing on it. Her body shuddered and he squeezed her ass before sucking on her left nipple.

  “That feels so good,” she moaned.

  “Time for your punishment,” he said before kissing her nipple.

  She shivered all over again and he cupped her hips and pulled. “On your knees.”

  She licked her lips and glanced behind her at the door before kneeling between his legs. He stroked her hair before smiling at her. “My pants, Ms. Smith.”

  Her hands trembling, she unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She spread open his pants and licked her lips again when she saw his cock pressing against his briefs.

  He pushed the front of his briefs down and freed his cock. The head of it brushed against Jane’s chin and he groaned harshly. He cupped the back of her neck and tugged her head down.

  “Open,” he rasped.

  Her lips parted and he groaned again when her tiny pink tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.

  “Open and suck my cock,” he said as he kneaded the back of her neck.

  “Yes, Mr. Dawson,” she said.

  “Fuck,” he muttered and pushed her mouth down over his cock.

  She sucked hard as he smoothed her hair back from her face and gathered it in a loose ponytail. “Look up at me, honey.”

  She stared at him as she sucked and he smiled at her. “That’s my good girl. Keep sucking with that hot little mouth of yours.”

  He reached down and cupped her breast before pinching her nipple. She squeaked in surprise around his cock and he held her firmly by her hair when she tried to draw back. “No, honey. Keep sucking.”

  Her nostrils flared with the effort to breathe as she s
ucked on the head of his cock. She traced around the ridge with her tongue and sucked again.

  “More,” he said hoarsely. “I want you to take more, sweet Jane.”

  She slid her mouth down his cock, her lips stretching around him and his hand tightened in her hair as his hips thrust upward. Her eyes widened as he hit the back of her throat and when she tried to pull back, he released her.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” he said as he petted her hair.

  She stared wide-eyed at him before licking her swollen lips and plunging her mouth over his cock again. He groaned and held her head, pushing her mouth up and down his cock as she sucked and licked.

  Her tiny hands gripped his thighs as she leaned forward and continued to bob her head up and down his dick. The feel of her hot, wet mouth around the thick length of his cock made his balls tighten. Christ, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  She sucked harder and when her tiny hand fisted around the base and stroked him, he nearly came in her mouth. He muttered a curse and pulled her away from his cock.

  She whined in protest and tried to take his cock into her mouth again.

  “Honey, stop,” he almost begged. “I’m close.”

  She pushed his hand away like it was an annoying fly and sucked him into her mouth again. He gripped the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white.

  “Jane,” he gasped, “I’m so fucking close.”

  She released him with a soft pop and gave him a sweetly seductive smile. “I want you to come in my mouth, Mr. Dawson.”

  She lowered her mouth over his cock and sucked hard.

  “Fuck!” His breath exploded out of his lungs and his hips arched up out of the chair as he came with a low hoarse grunt. She swallowed his warm seed as he groaned with pleasure. She gasped in surprise when he pulled her mouth away from his dick and pumped himself with his hand, splashing the last of his seed onto her upper chest.

  He stared at her, his chest heaving for air before leaning forward. He kissed her hard on the mouth, sliding his tongue in deep as he used his hand to smear his come into her soft skin.

  He pulled his mouth away and stared down at her. She blinked at him before studying her chest. “What are you doing?”

  He kissed her again, trying to ignore his caveman satisfaction at seeing his come all over her skin. He lifted her to her feet and tucked his cock away before zipping up his pants and buckling his belt.

  He took Jane’s hand and led her to his private bathroom. He filled the sink with warm water and using one of the towels and the hand soap, he washed away the smears of sticky seed on her upper chest and breasts. He rinsed her clean and used a second towel to dry her before pulling her into his arms and cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and pressed a light kiss against her mouth.

  “That was amazing,” he said in a low voice.

  She smiled shyly at him. “I liked it a lot.”

  “Me too,” he said. “So, um, I just wanted you to know that I’m clean. But I’ll show you my medical records so you don’t have to worry.”

  Jesus, he sounded like an awkward teenage boy.

  She smiled at him. “I’m not worried, Luke.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her again. “C’mon, it’s your turn.”

  He brought her back into his office as she said, “Not a good idea.”

  “Yes, it is,” he said. “Lie down on the couch.”

  “I really can’t,” she said. She pulled free of his grip and pulled on her bra and shirt. “I’ve been in here too long already. You know that.”

  He sighed with frustration. “Tonight, then. You can - ”

  “I’m working tonight,” she reminded him.

  He scowled. “I’m not the kind of guy who takes and doesn’t,” he paused, “give.”

  “I know,” she said. “It’s fine, Luke. Really. Besides, we can’t keep doing this at the office.”

  He didn’t reply and she combed her hair with her fingers. “How do I look?”

  “Good,” he said.

  “Thanks. I’d better go,” she said.

  “Jane - ”

  “I’ve got some filing to do,” she said.

  She hurried to the doors, unlocked them and slipped out of his office. He stomped over to his desk. He sat in his chair and swivelled around, staring out the window. He enjoyed having Jane suck him off but if he’d known she wouldn’t let him give her pleasure after, he would have made damn sure she came first. He sighed again and turned around to face his computer. He needed to remedy what happened this afternoon.

  Chapter 12

  Jane slipped into her bedroom. Without bothering to turn on the light, she padded to the bathroom. She shut the door and stripped off her clothes before brushing her teeth and taking a quick shower. Work at the club was busy tonight for a Tuesday and she’d done well in tips. Even Jeremy hadn’t been nearly as annoying. She supposed it helped that he was dating the new girl. He tended to be less of an asshole when he was getting sex on the regular.

  Speaking of which… you need to bang Luke tomorrow.

  No, she most definitely didn’t. She slipped her nightshirt over her head, shut off the bathroom light and walked toward her bed. Despite her long day and the fact that it was two in the morning, she was oddly restless.

  Yeah, because you need to get laid!

  Her inner voice probably had a point. She’d loved giving Luke oral sex today, it had seemed so decadently naughty to give him head in his office, but she was left feeling achy and unfulfilled all day. She was tempted to take the bus to Luke’s place after work tonight but that was about the stupidest thing she could do. He would be sleeping and…

  She cocked her head and took a step back from the bed. Why could she hear soft snoring? She flicked on the bedside lamp and her mouth dropped open. Luke was sleeping in her bed.

  “What the hell?” She said.

  He didn’t stir and she reached out and poked him in the shoulder. He snorted and rubbed at his face before blinking sleepily at her. “Jane? What are you doing here?”

  “What am I doing here?” She said. “You’re in my bed.”

  He glanced around before giving her a sweet little grin. “Oh yeah, right.” He threw back the covers. He was deliciously naked and she tried not to drool as she stared at his long, lean body. “Climb in, Jane.”

  “Luke,” she said, “what are you doing here? Does Amy know you’re here?”

  “Yeah. She was still awake when I let myself into the house at eleven. Get into bed. I’m freezing my ass off.”

  Her gaze dropped to his crotch and he groaned when she licked her lips. “If you don’t get into bed right now, I’ll drag you into it.”

  She climbed into bed, lying awkwardly on her back. “Why aren’t you at home?”

  “Because I told you,” he snuggled up to her and curved his arm around her waist, “I don’t take and not give. Why are you wearing clothes? I’m naked, you should be naked too.”

  “Because I – I didn’t expect my boss to be in my bed when I got home,” she sputtered.

  “Surprise,” he said.

  “This is a very bad idea,” she said as his hand slipped under her nightshirt and cupped her breast. “Now Amy knows and - ”

  “You’re telling me she didn’t know before?” Luke tweaked her nipple until her back arched.

  “I – all right fine, she knew but I told her it was just a one-time thing,” Jane gasped out. “Now she knows that… oh God, stop doing that!”

  “Stop what? This?” He sucked on her nipple through the cotton material of her shirt and she gripped his hair before pushing his mouth away.

  It’s late and we both have work tomorrow.”

  “Yes, it is late,” Luke said. “So, stop talking and let me fuck you.”

  “Luke,” she whispered as his hand made circles on her bare abdomen.

  “Unless you don’t want me to fuck you. Is that it, Ms. Smith? You don’t want to be fucked?”

  His hand sli
pped between her thighs and cupped her wet pussy. “It doesn’t feel like you don’t want to be fucked.”

  She chewed on her bottom lip. “I – I want to be fucked.”

  “Good,” he said. “Now, you’re right that it’s late and I worry that you don’t get enough sleep so this is going to be on the quick side. But I promise I’ll take my time on the weekend.”

  She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t going anywhere near him on the weekend but his fingers were rubbing her clit and it was hard to think straight. The tension and aching she’d felt all day ratcheted up to an almost unbearable level and she moaned and grabbed his arm.

  “You’re so wet, sweet Jane,” he murmured as he slid his finger easily into her aching warmth.

  “I’ve been wet all freaking day,” she muttered.

  He laughed and nuzzled her throat before kissing her slowly and thoroughly. She sucked at his tongue and thrust her pelvis back and forth.

  “Do you think you can be quiet, Ms. Smith?” He asked. “We don’t want to wake your roommate.”

  “Yes. Just – hurry, Luke.”

  “Take off your nightgown,” he said.

  She sat up and pulled it over her head before tossing it on the floor. “Shit, I don’t have a condom,” she said in an angry mutter.

  “All taken care of,” he said. She turned to face him. He was already rolling one on and he said, “I brought my own. Always be prepared, is my motto.”

  “That’s the Boy Scouts motto,” she said stupidly.

  He burst into laughter and she hushed him before glancing at the closed door. He pushed her onto her back and kneeled between her legs as she stroked her hands across his broad chest. His cock probed at her pussy and she moaned, her nails digging into his hard chest.

  “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already wet enough to be fucked,” he said. “Do you have any idea how goddamn hot that is, Ms. Smith?”

  “Then shut up and fuck me, Mr. Dawson,” she snapped at him.

  He grinned and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, watching as she squirmed and panted beneath him. “Did you like giving me head at the office?”

  She refused to answer and tried to squeeze her hand between them. Her questing fingers brushed against his cock and he inhaled sharply before taking both her hands and pinning them above her wrists. “Answer me. Did you like being on your knees behind my desk with your mouth stuffed full of my cock?”