A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale, #1)

Categories and Topics: taboo romance, taboo erotica, taboo, pseudo incest, older man younger woman, erotic romance

Word Count: 12,541 words
Original Publication Date: August 30, 2011
About the Author: Violet Williams is an erotica writer living in Greater Sacramento, saving the world via taboo tales…one e-reader at a time.
Connect with her online at http://violetwilliamserotica.wordpress.com.

Davis Kensington is a successful man, lucky in life and love. He's at the helm of one of the most powerful law firms on the east coast. He reconnected with his college sweetheart and married her. His life was perfect...until a car accident changes everything.

Jess Capshaw is eighteen and living the dream. When her artsy mother settles down with one of the most eligible bachelors in town, she's whisked away to a life of wealth and privilege...until a car accident rips her mother away.

One forbidden tryst will bring them devastatingly close, throwing caution to the wind. But their taboo behavior will have consequences...



Blurb:

“No car this weekend,” Davis Kensington snapped, eyeing his stepdaughter with disappointment.

Jess barely even flinched as she eased into the cushy chair beside him, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

“And I want you home by eight p.m. Your last class ends at seven and Creighton State is only fifteen minutes from here.”

His only response was a perfect eye roll as she took a sip of juice.

“I mean it Jess,” he said adamantly.

“I was only out like, an hour past curfew,” she said saucily. “It’s not a state of emergency or anything.”

“Just because your mom’s not around doesn’t mean this is party central,” Davis said through clenched teeth. “You were supposed to be home at 1am. Not 1:05, and certainly not 2:30.”

Jess flipped her blonde hair over her bare shoulder and let out an annoyed sigh. “You’re so adorable when you play daddy.”

Davis’ cheeks were warm as he glanced at Toshi, the maid that was stocking the dishwasher a few feet away. If she heard the overtly sexual tone in Jess voice, she had one hell of a poker face. Toshi just kept her head bowed, continuing to load the dishes.

When Davis had brought Claudia and Jess to the corporate retreat last summer, his associates had barely hidden their lust as their eyes roamed Jess’s scantily covered curves. She’d worn a paper thin white linen dress that left very little to the imagination that day. Davis had fought Claudia tooth and nail, knowing he’d be in for an earful on how scrumptious his stepdaughter looked. Claudia had just laughed, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling as she reminded him that Jess was almost eighteen and old enough to express herself as she deemed fit.

And what Jess deemed fit was practically nothing at all. Davis took a hearty bite of his toast, remembering the barely there number she’d worn in the ER while they waited to hear news after Claudia’s wreck. When the doctor came out with a grave look on her face, he’d had to use his jacket to cover Jess as she fell to the floor, her sobs echoing through his heart.

Davis could have walked away from it all with a clear conscience. He and Claudia had only been married for a year after all. He’d had no real connection to Claudia seeing as she was practically an adult when she and her mother moved in. But his heart just wouldn’t let him…and his head reminded him daily that it was a mistake.

Jess was headstrong, and as far as he could tell, had aspirations to become the next Paris Hilton. She only went to the classes she felt like when her mother was alive and now, he was lucky if she went to one a week.

But whenever he looked into Jess’s eyes, Claudia's eyes, he knew that as frustrating as she was at times, he couldn't refuse her a thing.

He glanced over at her, blonde hair creating a golden curtain as she typed away on her cell.

"I'm not kidding about the car," Davis added futilely. "To school and home and nowhere else."

Jess didn't look up from her phone, but a mischievous smirk spread across her face. "What're you gonna do if I disobey you, daddy? Spank me?"

His throat went dry at her brazen statement and his mind drifted back to that night they’d spent together. Davis had spent most of the days after Claudia's funeral lumbering about like a zombie. His usually sleek, tailored face was harried and in desperate need for a shave. His toned body remembered the feel of the machines in the gym, but it had been weeks since he'd even done a crunch. What little work he accomplished for the firm was done from bed, if at all.

That night, he'd been just lying in the tangle of covers, letting his grief keep him warm. He could still smell Claudia's perfume that hung over the bed in a velvet haze. He'd closed his eyes and inhaled deep...and when he opened then, Jess stood at the foot of the bed.

Her lithe figure was on full display. She only wore a fire engine red lace bra and panties that left little to the imagination. Just her style.

When he'd asked her what the hell she was doing, her reply was, "I'm gonna fuck your brains out."