Overworked: An Office Reverse Harem Romance

by Dark Angel

  He keeps it up on my clit, his thumb rocking back and forth in the little space he has between his pubic bone and mine. Jake’s fingers are rough, despite a job that’s not physical, and the friction is driving me crazy.

  My breathing comes harder and faster, interrupted when I spasm a little and my breath hitches in my throat. I keep my eyes closed most of the time, getting lost in the bliss of our sex. When I open my eyes, Jake’s blue eyes are on mine. He’s watching my face, and he has a look of satisfaction on his features.

  “You’re so hot,” he says. I can’t concentrate on formulating a response. “You’re getting close to coming again, aren’t you?”

  I nod with a whimper. Jake keeps at it, pushing into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slowly, the orgasm builds. My muscles clench, my body goes numb in all the right places, and my skin is on fire. Jake leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting him enter me with his tongue again. He tastes like pure pleasure. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue and plants feather-light kisses on my mouth.

  I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.

  Jake removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.

  Jake stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.

  “Get on top of me,” Jake commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll over and throw my leg over him, straddling him. I lean forward so my breasts are in his face, and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. I lower my hips and press my pussy onto his shaft. He’s thick and long. I wiggle my hips so that he’s lying along my slit. I move up and down, rubbing my clit against him and making sure to draw every last drop of pleasure out of this experience that I can.

  The movement pulls my nipple out of his mouth, and Jake groans, his hands finding my breasts. He pinches both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugs at them. The pain is a good kind of pain.

  “Are you trying to torture me?” he asks.

  I smile and nod, keeping up my rocking. I slid up and down his cock. The friction on my clit sends shivers up my spine.

  I’m torturing him, but I can’t hold it much longer, either. I want him back inside of me, and now I’m in charge. I reach down, press his cock up with my fingers, and position my entrance over him. When I sit down on him, he slides into me, and we both moan in unison.

  From this angle, Jake feels even bigger, and I move a little to adjust to his size. I rock my hips a little, getting a feel for him. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me, pushing and pulling.

  I lift my ass off him a little and move back and forth so that I’m sliding him in and out of me. Jake’s mouth is open, his breathing hard. I pick up my pace, moving my hips back and forth, fucking him.

  “That’s it, Layla,” Jake growls. “Fuck me harder.”

  I do what he says. I buck my hips harder, fucking his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he moans.

  “If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” he says.

  “That’s what I want,” I say with a whimper.

  I sit down on him again so he reaches as far into me as his size allows. I move my hips back and forth, riding him. I scrape against the tile and it is a little bracing, but I don’t care because I’m consumed with my lust.

  I want him to come. I want him to come because of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth. Jake isn’t holding onto them anymore, and they swing freely. The friction, the rocking, the fucking, all turns into a primal rhythm, and I let it take over.

  I move faster, watching Jake’s face, reading his expressions. I can tell when he’s close, and when that happens, I back down. I slow down my pace, stroking him, moving up and down his shaft painfully slow, until he moans in protest, and I’m on the verge of losing control again. Then I pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, letting my body take over. When that happens, I brace my hands on Jake’s chest and let my body do what it was made to do.

  I lean forward, leaning my breasts on Jake’s chest and move my torso while I’m bucking my hips, dragging my breasts and erect nipples across Jake’s chest. I know he can feel me. When I stop, I nuzzle his neck and lick circles on the skin, moving up and down toward his ear lobe. When I take his earlobe in my mouth, Jake gasps. It’s a soft spot of his, I realize.

  I spend more time on his neck, moving my hips slowly up and down, sliding him in and out, taking my time.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Jake says, a low moan rising in this throat.

  His hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me to go faster, his hands guiding me. I only fight him for a short while before my lust and his win out over my intentions to draw things out.

  I sit down on him again and start rocking back and forth, riding him as hard as I can, squeezing my pussy muscles around his cock.

  Jake moans. His eyes are on me, moving between my eyes and my nipples. His pupils are so dilated, his irises are a thin blue line around them, and he licks his lips every now and then. Jake reaches for my swinging breasts and massages them, cups them, and pinches the nipples. I gasp.

  I’ve started working up an orgasm again. My clit rubs against Jake’s pubic bone, sending shocks of electricity through my body. My G-spot is stimulated as well, and the combination makes my body go numb again. I’m getting out of breath. I’m fit, but not that fit.

  Jake reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are warm and gentle, suggesting there’s more than just raw lust at play here. The idea that there might be emotion involved, infatuation perhaps, confuses me.

  I shove my emotions away. I don’t want them to interfere with what I’m feeling, with our fucking and our orgasms and the bliss that has wrapped us into a cocoon that shields us from reality.

  As soon as I focus on what our bodies are doing, on the friction on my clit and the hard cock inside me, the orgasm washes over me. I cry out and lean forward, my muscles clenching down. I can feel my walls contract around Jake’s cock, and the feeling is intense. I curl onto his chest unable to hold myself up, and open my mouth in a silent “O.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let the ecstasy take over, and I’m not silent much longer, my voice breaking free and bellowing out a low scream of pleasure that takes over my body as the lust courses through me.

  Jake isn’t going to let me ride this one out without doing anything. As soon as I’m on his chest, my body rigid and jerking, Jake wraps his arms around me and starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out.

  His cock rams into me, hard and fast, and the orgasm intensifies even more. I’m swathed in pleasure. Jake keeps at it, bucking beneath me, using my body to take what he needs. I let myself come undone at the seams and unravel in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, egged on by Jake’s insistent fucking.

  Jake groans, stiffening and pulling his arms tight around me so my breasts crash against the hard wall of his chest. His cock is bulging inside me, and it pulsates as he releases, shooting hot jets of cum into my pussy. His head lifts off the tile, and he buries his face in my hair. I can feel his breath, hot on my neck.

  He fills me up even more than he has before, and I can feel him pumping out cum along the length of his shaft. My orgasm is over, but his release triggers echoes, and I moan in his ear. Jake’s breath is labored, uneven, and he jerks beneath me.

  Finally, when it’s over, he lets go of me enough that I can breathe again. He drops his head back onto the tile. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my own ribs.

  I look at him. His hair is drenched with sweat, our skin is slick where we’re touching, and Jake
’s eyes are hooded now. His lips are still parted as he tries to catch his breath.

  I don’t move. Not yet. He’s still inside of me, and I’m lying on top of Jake, my breasts against his chest, my arms on the tile of the balcony, and hands on his shoulders. My insides throb with the aftereffects of our sex, and I shiver. “I’m getting cold,” I tell Jake. “Are you?”

  “I’m not, baby, but you shouldn't be either,” Jake says. He wraps an arm around me and heat permeates my body, not just from his warmth, but also from the sensation of contact. I know we should probably get up from the tiles but I’m not ready to do so yet...and judging by how Jake is holding me, neither is he.

  Jake tilts my head toward him, his lips crashing over mine and claiming me in another kiss. This time, the kiss is soft and sensual. His tongue slips into my mouth again, and I swirl my tongue contentedly around his, basking in the bliss of incredible orgasms and perfect sex.

  “That was incredible,” I tell Jake when we finally come up for air. I start to blush. “I mean, I know what you do on TV all day but that’s something very different for me…I mean this, and the restaurant...I know I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak but I just never had someone who wanted to explore it before…” I stop myself.

  I’m not dating Jake! I can’t act like I am. “This was fun is all that I mean,” I say quickly. Maybe too quickly. I may be coming across a bit insane right now.

  Jake laughs and kisses my forehead. “What I do on TV is like basically public service, whether you believe it or not!” He puts his hands up in mock protest, but I’m not here to harangue him about his job right now. Certainly, fucking on your balcony doesn’t fall under the FCC purview. “What you and I just did was certainly very different...and definitely very fun.”

  I think about the way his words sound coming out. They’re not perfunctory, but after everything I just said and tried to dial back, I can’t help but overanalyze what he’s said. I want to go back to the uncomplicated part of he and I fucking and not worrying about feelings or reality. I think the best thing to do is to gather our clothes. So I rise up on my elbows and grab what I can reach, tossing back what is his. I can’t quite reach most of my clothes, so I get up and retrieve them, heading inside and not saying a word to Jake. I head for my shower, wanting to run off in the moment and take some time to gather my thoughts on what just happened. Though mostly I’m thinking about the hottest parts of what we did on the balcony more than I’m trying to contextualize anything, but I like the highlight reel.

  Layla

  The sound of my phone ringing pulls me out of the most delicious dream. One where Jake was going down on me—of course—and I was coming and coming harder than ever before, for like thirty minutes straight. I’m not so sure that it’s out of the question when it comes to him. I can actually see it happening.

  Rolling over, I snatch my phone from the table beside my bed and groan when I see Lori’s name flashing on my screen. Of all the people to have to talk to right now, she’s really not high on my list.

  I just want to luxuriate in my bed for an hour or five and fantasize about the night I had with Jake. I really wish he were still here. I vaguely remember him leaving earlier this morning, but my body was too spent to even come fully awake. Maybe he said something about getting to work early.

  For half a second, I debate not answering Lori’s call. It would be way too easy to just silence my phone and pull the covers back over my head and disappear into dreamland where Jake permanently resides right between my legs.

  But I can’t, and I fucking know it.

  With a resigned sigh, I swipe my finger across my phone. “Hello?”

  “Layla,” Lori says briskly, all business and way too alert for me.

  I sit up to try to clear my head so that I can focus. “Hey, Lori. What’s up?”

  She makes a huffing sound, and I can just imagine her pursing her lips in that prim and proper way she has. “The network’s lawyers have decided to go on the offensive.”

  What is she talking about? I throw the blankets off myself and walk toward the window, pulling back the curtains with the hope that some sunlight will wake me up enough to have a coherent conversation. Then it hits me. Lawyers. The guys that were in Jake’s office yesterday.

  “What happened?” I say cautiously as I remember how adamant Jake was about fighting the FCC if he had to. Shit. I really don’t want to do this yet. Not when I’m still not sure where things stand between Jake and I—or what I’m going to do about the case.

  “They’ve taken it all public. The investigation into the show. Now everyone knows we’re trying to shut them down.”

  “Isn’t that what you want?” I ask. “I mean, that’s the whole point of it, right?”

  Lori sighs in exasperation, and then speaks to me as if I’m a child that doesn’t understand. “I wanted it done quietly. Without the media hype and publicity. Now that everyone knows what we’re trying to do, the whole viewing public could start second-guessing us. We don’t need that.”

  Lori’s motivations are definitely questionable. Why does she have such an agenda to get A Cunning Linguist shut down? I respect the fuck out of the woman—she’s done an incredible job at the agency—but every day I agree less and less with her opinion about the show being obscene.

  “Listen, Lori,” I say, trying to calm her down. “Think of it this way. If people feel that strongly about the show being canceled, then maybe it’s not as bad as we think.” We meaning Lori.

  She scoffs. “Come on, Layla. Be serious. The man had his head between a woman’s legs on a live broadcast. It’s just not right.”

  Not right for whom? I want to ask.

  “I mean it. The reason you’re doing this is because you have the best interests of the viewing public in mind, right? Well, if they don’t have a problem with it, why should we? Maybe it’s really not that bad. Maybe Jake is just living up to his marketing—he’s a guy out to help people.”

  “Ugh, come on,” she says derisively. “Jake Kent is only in this for one thing. Money. He’s a shallow bastard willing to take advantage of innocent women to further his reputation and add zeros to his bank balance.”

  “You don’t even know the guy, Lori. You’re making an entire judgment about his character based on an image his network paints for the audience.”

  “Oh, and you do know him?” I hear the hint of suspicion in her voice, and now I’m actually really fucking glad that he’s not here right now. I can only imagine what he would say if he heard the way Lori was talking. And I’m going to get my own ass in trouble if she realizes I’m sleeping with the subject of my investigation.

  “Have you interviewed the past guests yet?” she asks, changing tactics.

  “I’m working on it.”

  I can almost see the pitying shake of her head as she sighs again. “Layla, dear. Listen to me. Jake Kent is a player. He’s as bad as they come. And believe me, I recognize a player when I see one.”

  Uh huh. Just what I thought. She’s judging Jake and his entire show based on her own personal history and her own emotional and sexual hang-ups.

  “Lori—” I start to say, but she interrupts me.

  “You need to be careful, Layla. He’s trouble. I don’t want to see you do something you’ll regret. Something that could have lasting consequences.”

  Is she saying what I think she is? That my job is on the line here? I grit my teeth until my jaw aches, finally biting out, “Thanks, Lori. I appreciate your advice.”

  “Just promise me you’ll remember what I said. Jake is a player. Don’t let yourself be fooled.”

  I hang up, mulling over everything she said. Now I’m really in a mess. On the one hand, I’m doubting everything I’m doing with the investigation. But on the other, I really like my job and want to keep it.

  And she’s wrong about Jake. Isn’t she? She has to be. There’s no way he can be playing me. Right?

  Layla

  I head into Jake’
s office a little later, surprised that I slept most of the morning away and it’s already the afternoon. Guess a night full of the best fucking you’ve ever had can do that to a girl. You know what I’m talking about.

  Right now, I wish I could be back in that frame of mind, but I’m too pissed. I can’t believe the attorneys went public with this before I even made my decision.

  How does that make me look? Really fucking bad, that’s what. I gave Jake my word that I would be fair. I’ve been working my ass off to make sure that I give him one hundred percent effort in this investigation. But now he might doubt me. What if he thinks I’ve been playing him all along, trying to get more dirt? He might not trust me at all anymore. All because those fucking lawyers—puppets of the network heads, no doubt—couldn’t just wait it out.

  With no clue what I’m walking into, I knock on Jake’s door and push it open when he calls out, “It’s open.”

  The minute I step foot in his office, he stands up. I guess it’s written all over my face, because he rushes up to me and pulls me against his chest. “Layla, what’s wrong?”

  I realize he doesn’t know. Huffing out a breath, I look up at him, wondering how he’ll react.

  “The news of the investigation has gone public. It’s all over the news that the FCC is trying to shut down America’s favorite late night talk show.” I bite my lip. “God, Jake, I’m so sorry. I hope you know I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

  Jake leans back, studying my face, while his own is almost a caricature of shock. “Are you serious?”

  I nod miserably.

  “Layla, no. I’m the one who’s sorry. You have nothing to apologize for. I told the lawyers that you hadn’t made your decision yet. I never intended for them to go public like this. It was always my goal to let you have your time to make a fair evaluation of the show. I’ll admit I hoped you’d come around to my way of seeing things, but I truly wanted to give you a chance to get the full picture and create a fair report.”