Free Undeniable by Lexie Davis Page A

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