Double Bosses: An Office Romance

by Parker Grey

  Reckless, for a third.

  Jenna makes me all three.

  For the days and weeks following the trip to London, I’m all of those things. Every second that I’m not with her, I’m impatient until I am. I need Jenna like she’s a drug, or like she’s air or water. When I’m not with her I’m thinking about her, dreaming of the next time I can hear her laugh, watch her eyes light up.

  I’m stupid. I can’t stop watching her even when we’re both on the clock, can’t stop exchanging knowing glances with Kade across the office. I’m stupid enough to follow her into the supply closet, pretend I need a pencil, and then push her against the shelves and kiss her hungrily, pushing her skirt up to her waist.

  I’m stupid enough to call her into my office, close the door, and then eat her out on my desk while Kade is there, hands down her shirt, mouth on hers.

  I’m stupid enough to go home with the two of them every night for a couple of weeks, so stupid that I don’t even bother to hide it — just drive away with her in the passenger seat of my Mercedes.

  And all that stupidity and impatience makes me reckless. I know that we can’t get caught, that it could cost all three of us our jobs — no matter that we’re the top attorneys at our firm, they can’t have this kind of scandal on their hands.

  Reckless is both of us fucking Jenna in our offices, after hours. Reckless is the three of us going to the hotel down the block for a long lunch hour and coming back to five phone messages each and an office manager on the warpath, trying to figure out where Jenna went.

  But I don’t care, and neither does Kade. Neither of us gives even half a thought to that stuff, even though I know we should.

  At the very least, we should go back to my high-rise condo before we take Jenna one after the other instead of bending her over a desk and making her moan our names. We should stop surprising her in a closed conference room and rubbing her quickly, through her panties, giving her a midday orgasm.

  But we don’t. It’s like the mere sight of her shuts down our higher brain functions.

  “You done yet?” Kade asks, leaning against the doorframe in my office. It’s nearly seven, and almost everyone else has gone home — everyone except us and Jenna.

  “Almost,” I mutter. Between various meetings and other pointless bullshit, I’ve barely been able to work all day, almost until now — even though I found the time to get Jenna alone in a hallway and tell her what I’m going to do to her tonight.

  I made her blush, which only made me want to do it more. I love that about her, the way that she’ll blush at dirty talk even if she’s got a cock down her throat.

  “We’re ready whenever you are,” he says, cocking one eyebrow.

  Through the door, behind him, Jenna glances back at us, tucking a strand of strawberry-blonde hair behind one ear. I know we shouldn’t be talking like this out in the open, even if the office is nearly empty, but again: she makes me stupid and reckless. I want her so much that I forget everything except her.

  “All right,” I mutter at Kade, even as my cock rises to half-mast at the mere thought of leaving the office and going home.

  I was serious about what I told Jenna earlier, when I got her against the wall in a back hallway and whispered in her ear, the thing that made her blush so hard.

  Tonight, we’re taking your pretty little ass.

  In my office, I exhale hard, blinking at the screen and the email I’m supposed to be writing. I force myself to focus on it for another thirty seconds, read it over once, and hit send.

  “Okay,” I say, shutting down my computer and rising from my chair.

  “Good,” Kade smirks. “It’s about time.”

  Behind him, Jenna smiles shyly at me, then quickly blushes again. I know she’s thinking about what I told her earlier, what Kade and I planned for her.

  “Get your shit and let’s go, then,” I tell him, half-teasing. “Quit leaning in my doorway and move it.”

  Kade just chuckles and grabs his briefcase, his jacket slung over his arm. I quickly close and lock my office door behind myself, then walk out of the office and toward the elevator. My hand gravitates to Jenna’s lower back because I can’t help but touch her whenever we’re together — even though I know how much trouble it could get me into.

  While we wait for the elevator, I grab her ass quickly, give her squeeze.

  “Lawson,” she murmurs, like she’s chiding me. Kade doesn’t move, but one side of his mouth quirks up, like he’s laughing at my impatience.

  I squeeze her ass a little harder, bend my mouth to her ear.

  “Forty-five minutes until I’m buried in your tight little ass, peach,” I murmur.

  The elevator doors open just as I finish my sentence, and I feel Jenna’s whole body go rigid, but there’s no one inside, and she relaxes again, and I can’t help but chuckle as we board the elevator.

  As the doors close, I slide my hand along her ass again, pushing my fingers between her legs to feel the heat there, even through the thick fabric of her pencil skirt. My hard-on is already raging.

  Jenna turns around, her back now to the elevator doors, her mouth eagerly on mine. She cups my cock in her hand and I growl, instantly even harder—

  “Hold the elevator!” a voice shouts from outside, the doors only a few inches apart.

  Before I can do anything, an umbrella thrusts between them. They open, obligingly, revealing a sour-faced Marissa, and my heart drops into my stomach.

  For a long moment, she just stands there, staring at me, umbrella still out, lips pursed like she’s smelling a particularly nasty fart.

  Oh, fuck.

  Marissa’s mouth settles into a thin line, taking it all in. She gives me a hard look, but then shifts her gaze to Jenna, glaring like she wants to set the girl on fire. I can already feel the heat creeping up Jenna’s neck as all her muscles go rigid.

  We got caught.

  I can’t fucking believe it. I got careless and now we’re caught.

  “Mind if I join you on the elevator to the parking garage?” Marissa asks acidly.

  “Here, let me fix your earring,” I say to Jenna, as my brain finally unfreezes and I think of an excuse, any excuse, for why I might be bending down like this.

  She clears her throat once, then twice, swallowing hard.

  “Thanks, that’s better,” she finally says.

  I slide my hand from between her legs and step away, hoping Marissa didn’t see, and gesture toward the buttons.

  “Which floor?” I ask, trying to sound pleasant and genial, though God knows Marissa herself is never either of those things.

  She just snorts, giving me a disgusted look.

  “I’ve got it,” she says, mashing the already-lit button for the parking garage before turning her back to us and staring at the elevator doors as if they need her personal attention to close properly.

  Over Jenna’s head, Kade shoots me a look. I shrug at him slightly.

  Maybe Marissa bought it, I think, staring at her back. I don’t think she could see where my other hand was…

  When we reach the building’s parking garage, Marissa gets off and walks away without even looking back at us.

  “See you tomorrow,” she calls out into the echoing concrete space.

  It sounds like a threat, and I put my hand on Jenna’s back as I feel her tense up again.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Kade

  “What the hell were you thinking?” I explode, the moment Lawson and Jenna open the door to my condo.

  “Kade—” Lawson says, holding up both his hands, his tone placating.

  “No,” I growl at him as he shuts my front door, shrugging off his suit jacket. “We just got caught by Marissa Fowler of all fucking people, you can’t just shrug that off. This is our jobs on the line, you know she’ll go straight to—”

  “She didn’t see anything,” Lawson says, his tone dismissive.

  “The hell she didn’t see anything,” I say, pacing into my livin
g room, throwing my own suit jacket over the back of my couch. “She jammed the doors open when you had one hand up Jenna’s skirt and your tongue down her throat, because you can’t wait one second until the doors were actually closed.”

  “So sue me,” Lawson says.

  I flop onto one of my overstuffed leather armchairs and glare at my best friend.

  “You’re not taking this seriously,” I say in disbelief. “Marissa could easily go to Leonard with this. She could get you fired for sexual harassment, she could get Jenna fired for—”

  “It wasn’t sexual harassment,” Jenna points out, walking into my living room as well.

  “That’s not how Leonard will see it,” I say grimly.

  She perches on the arm of my chair, and I notice she’s got a button undone on her blouse, the lace of her white bra just barely peeking out. I clench my teeth and remind myself that I’m currently annoyed with her for putting all three of us at risk, but at the same time, I can’t stop watching the rise and fall of her chest. I can’t stop imagining putting my lips to her throat, sliding my fingers underneath that white lace until she gasps as I pinch her nipple.

  “Kade,” she says, like she’s been trying to get my attention.

  I look up at her face. She’s tilting her head to one side, still perched on the arm of my chair. Across the room, Lawson walks over to my wet bar and pours himself a drink, glancing over his shoulder at us.

  “I said I was sorry,” Jenna tells me, amusement in her voice. “But Marissa’s not as bad as you guys seem to think, she probably won’t do anything.”

  Jenna cups my face in one hand, looking at me sweetly.

  I glare at her, because it’s working. She’s distracting me from how annoyed I am at the two of them, making me want her even now, when they might have put all our jobs on the line.

  “I promise not to do it again,” she says, her hand trailing down my neck.

  I swallow hard, try to retain my annoyance for a few more seconds.

  “I’m just trying to keep my job,” I growl. “And yours. And that jerk’s, too,” I say, nodding my head at Lawson across the room.

  Jenna bites back a smile.

  “We’ll behave at the office from now on,” she says, her eyes laughing.

  “I wasn’t the one who put a lunch meeting on the calendar so we could both eat her out midday,” Lawson points out, drink in hand.

  “We didn’t get caught doing that, did we?” I ask.

  “We could have,” Jenna says.

  I glance up at her, all that innocence and wickedness rolled into one package, and I can’t take it anymore. I close my hand around her wrist and pull.

  Jenna tumbles onto my lap, giggling, but her eyes go wide when I tighten my grip on her wrist and pull her against me so she’s facing out, her back against my front.

  “Is the problem that we’re not satisfying you during non-work hours, peach?” I ask, my lips right against her ear.

  My other hand finds her hip and pulls her down, my hard cock against her heat despite the layers of clothing separating us.

  “Are you so unsatisfied that you can’t wait three seconds until the elevator doors are closed?” I ask. “I thought we were doing pretty well by you, peach, but if you’re going to need hourly orgasms during the workday, you can just say the word.”

  I slide my thumb underneath the hem of her pencil skirt, move it up her thigh. Across the room, Lawson gets a hungry look in his eye and starts walking toward me.

  “No,” I tell him. “Your punishment is that you only get to watch the first one.”

  “That’s not much of a punishment,” he says, smirking as he takes a sip.

  I pull Jenna against my cock until she gasps and moans quietly, my hand skimming over her breast as I brush my knuckles against her damp panties. A shudder runs through her body at the sensation, and she leans back against me, rolling her hips.

  “What do you think, peach?” I murmur into her ear, stroking her through the thin cloth of her underwear. “Shall we torture Lawson a little until he learns his lesson?”

  I pinch her clit through her underwear and Jenna doesn’t answer, just moans in response as she bucks her hips against me, her knees going wide. The movement hikes her skirt up to her waist and now I can smell her arousal, clear as day.

  Dear God, I want her. Having to see her twenty times a day while I work is pure torture, because if I had my way, I’d schedule a lunch meeting to eat her pussy every single day. Half the time when I sit in meetings with clients all I can think about is the way she cries our names out when she comes, or the way she sometimes smiles when she falls asleep.

  I keep stroking her through her panties, listening to the way her breathing sharpens, feeing the way her body goes rigid and then soft with each movement of my fingers.

  “Unbutton your blouse,” I murmur into her ear. “Slowly.”

  Her breathing hitches, but her hands come up. Over her shoulder I’m watching Lawson, still sitting in the chair opposite us, his drink all but forgotten in his hand. His eyes are burning with lust, and I can track how many buttons Jenna’s undone by how his gaze drops.

  Jenna shrugs her blouse off, then tosses it next to the chair, unconsciously straightening one white lacy bra strap, then glancing over her shoulder at me, across the room to Lawson.

  I hook my finger under her bra strap and pull it over her shoulder, my other hand still working her through her wet panties. Jenna makes a noise, deep in her throat, and I bite her shoulder just hard enough that she can feel it.

  Lawson hasn’t moved this whole time.

  “You like it when you’ve got an audience, don’t you?” I murmur into her ear. She writhes against me again in response.

  I stop rubbing her for a moment, hook my thumbs under her skirt, and pull it down and off while she’s still on my lap. Now all she’s wearing is matching white lace panties and a bra, the very picture of disheveled, naughty innocence.

  Fuck, I love this.

  “Since you two nearly got us all fired, don’t you think it’s fair that I decide what’s next?” I ask her, fingers dipping below her panties. Lawson’s eyes are on them, and even though his posture is perfectly casual, I can see his huge, painful erection.

  Good. I want him to suffer for his stupidity, at least a little. He doesn’t say anything in response, and Jenna just moans as I stroke her a little harder, a little faster, my fingers sliding through her slick wetness.

  With my other hand I undo her bra, toss it aside, take one breast in my hand and pinch her nipple until she gasps, her head forward, hair tumbling over her face as she grinds herself against my rock-hard cock. Lawson can’t stop watching her, gripping his glass so hard I think he might break it.

  “Good,” I say, even though no one answered me. “Because I’m going to fuck you while he watches, and I’m not going to let you come until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

  Jenna whimpers once, leaning forward, one hand on my knee. She rolls her hips slowly over my achingly hard length, so wet that there’s a damp spot on my suit pants.

  Lawson growls, but he doesn’t move.

  I push Jenna forward slightly, undo my pants, finally free my cock. I can’t help but sigh with relief, groaning as I pump myself once. Jenna looks back at me over her shoulder, biting her lip.

  Then, out of nowhere, I have the urge to kiss her. In this moment she’s so raw, so vulnerable, so beautiful that I just want to kiss her.

  So I do. I kiss the hell out of Jenna, pulling her backward, her nearly-naked body against my fully clothed one, my best friend and her lover still watching from his chair. It’s a long, slow kiss, my hands wandering her slim body.

  Finally, they’re at the waist of her pretty lace panties, and suddenly, I can’t wait any longer. I grab them in both hands and pull in opposite directions, the material tearing in my strong hands. Jenna gasps and moans, and I pull away from our kiss, tossing her torn panties on the floor.

  “Don’t worry,
I’ll buy you a new pair,” I growl in her ear.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Jenna

  I think I’m melting.

  If Kade wanted to torture me for being too impatient and kissing Lawson before the elevator door shut, he’s doing a great job of it, because I feel like I’m losing my mind.

  From one direction, there’s Kade — hands everywhere, teasing me, telling me the things he’s about to do to me. I’m silently begging him to do them, because I can’t help but grind against his thick cock, desperately wanting to feel his hard length inside me.

  In the other direction is Lawson, his eyes burning with lust, desire and — maybe — jealousy. I’ve never felt that before between these two, but there’s something taut and dangerous in the air right now, something that feels like it could snap at any moment.

  “Do I have to beg?” I whisper to Kade, surprised at the sound of my own voice.

  He chuckles, grabbing my shoulder and pushing me forward. I steady myself with my hands on his knees, holding my head up, looking Lawson right in the eyes.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the way he’s looking at me right now, the unbridled lust and passion in his gaze.

  Then Kade’s hand is on my hip, pulling me back, the tip of his cock just grazing along my entrance.

  “Please,” I moan, unable to stop myself. My fingers tighten on his knee, and I roll my hips back, desperate to have him inside me. “Kade, please.”

  He doesn’t respond, but all at once he’s got both hands on my hips and he pulls me back. I take his entire hard, thick length in one stroke and he hits every pleasure center in my body as he hilts himself deep, stretching me and filling me and feeling even better than I’d dared to imagine.

  Before I know it I’m sitting fully upright, one of his hands knotted in my hair, straddling his legs, his cock still deep inside me. He’s still wearing his suit and I’m completely naked, completely vulnerable.