by Parker Grey
I know that Kade is feeling the same thing, our ties loosened, our jackets tossed over chairs.
Finally, Jenna looks up at me once, tapping her pen on her lower lip. I see her eyes dip to my lap just once before she recovers, but the look of hunger is unmistakable in them.
“We’re only halfway through the financials,” she says. “We could keep going and finish tonight, or—"
Kade stands without saying anything and locks the door.
Fuck.
Without missing a beat, he takes off his tie and practically dives under the table. Jenna grabs the edge of it hard, that unmistakable hitch in her breathing as her eyes go wide.
Seconds later I hear Kade’s groan of satisfaction as Jenna slouches in her chair, her eyes losing focus as she presses her lips together, trying to keep herself from moaning as Kade eats her out under the table.
I can’t stop myself anymore. There’s no point in trying, and in seconds I’m across the table, capturing Jenna’s mouth with my own, both hands down her shirt as she gasps into my mouth.
Ten minutes later, she’s riding Kade’s cock in one of the office chairs while she sucks me off, and I just have to pray that her quiet-but-enthusiastic moans can’t be heard beyond the door.
After that evening in the conference room, it’s like the floodgates open, and all the effort I put into behaving myself at work is utterly undone. The next evening, still doing document review, we take turns bending her over the conference table and fucking her fast and hard until we all come, Jenna hardest of all.
We can’t always be together, so Kade and I take turns. With anyone else I’d be insanely jealous, possessive, furious. But with Kade, all I can think about is how fucking sexy Jenna looks when she’s gripped by desire, the way her mouth opens just a little bit when she comes.
I follow her into the women’s restroom, lock the door, and eat her out on the sinks. Kade gets a blowjob while he’s on a long, boring conference call. I eat her out with one finger in her ass during my lunch hour one day.
I fuck her hard and slow in the supply closet. Kade does, too.
She’s still coming home with us every night, and every night, we’re still falling asleep all tangled together, Jenna in between us. Then, when we wake up, we each take separate cars to work and act like we’ve been apart.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Even when we go to work separately in the morning — trying to keep up the facade — I miss her for the twenty minutes we spend apart. When I see her again at the office, my heart sings and I know there’s a stupid smile on my face.
Kade’s too.
I think we’re both in love with our legal assistant.
And I have no idea what happens next.
Jenna whimpers, her voice soft and muffled. I’ve got one hand over her mouth because I know she can’t help but make noise sometimes, and her pussy clenches relentlessly around me, her back arching as her body bucks.
“Shh, you dirty thing,” I whisper in her ear. “Unless you want to get caught taking me balls-deep in the law library.”
She gasps again, and I start moving inside her, just barely budging up against her pleasure spots. Her tight channel is still fluttering around me, and I take a moment to collect myself.
I should just let myself finish and get back to work. Right now Jenna is braced against the back shelf of our law library, face-to-face with row after row of blue-bound law books. She’s already come twice, but I love being inside her so much that I want just one more.
What can I say? I’m selfish.
I start to move again, harder and faster, when suddenly she tries to say something. I take my hand off of her mouth, and she looks up at me, eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“Harder?” I murmur in her ear.
She shakes her head, and I swear she’s blushing.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispers, her eyes pleading.
I stop for a moment and swallow hard, a slow grin spreading across my face.
“Here?” I murmur, licking the outer shell of her ear. “Now, you dirty girl?”
“Please,” she whispers, leaning forward, her hand already on the base of my cock as it slides out of her.
I’m throbbing, desire pounding through my cock at what she just suggested. There’s been no shortage of anal since the first night I fucked Jenna in the ass — it turns out that our sweet, dirty girl loves it.
But here? At work? Where anyone could walk in and find us?
God, it’s hot, but it’s dangerous. I swallow hard again, balls clenching.
“I don’t have any lube,” I tell her. It’s not like I was expecting this.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs back. “Lawson, I’m so wet, you’re already soaked…”
I reach my hand down to her swollen, slippery pussy. She’s right, of course. I take her juices on my fingers and slowly, tenderly slide them over her back hole, her hand already tight on my cock.
Jenna bites her lip, stifling another moan.
Then, before I can dip a finger into her ass to prepare her, she’s guiding my cock to her tight entrance, pushing her hips back, her mouth open in an O of pleasure.
“Please,” she says again, the thick head of my cock sliding into her. “Please, Lawson, I need you—”
Her words turn into a quiet moan as the head of my cock pushes past that ring of muscle. I quickly cover her mouth with my other hand as white-hot pleasure washes over me with her tightness.
“Is this what you wanted?” I hiss in her ear as I hilt myself deep, a tremor running through her body. “You get dirtier every day, peach, and I fucking love it. Maybe tomorrow we’ll come in here and take turns fucking your tight little ass.”
Jenna can’t speak, but her eyes roll back into her head and I feel her start to come, her passage clenching rhythmically around my cock. I push her even harder up against the law books and fuck her hard and fast, utterly unable to stop myself as I pound Jenna furiously, right there at work.
She comes hard, again and again, the only sound her quiet whimpers from behind my hand as she begs me not to stop.
Finally, I plow her deep one last time and spill myself inside her with a groan that I can’t stop, holding her tight against my chest as I pulse again and again, coming so hard I can barely stay on my feet.
I feel a little guilty that Kade wasn’t here, but I’m one hundred percent sure he’ll get his chance to fuck Jenna’s ass in the law library before much longer.
The girl is insatiable. I love that about her.
Just as I’m about to pull out, kissing her on the side of her head, I hear a sound.
The unmistakable click of a door closing. My heart freezes, and I duck my head, scanning the library between rows of books, pulse thumping through my veins.
What the fuck was I thinking?
What’s wrong with you? You couldn’t wait six hours?
“Who is it?” Jenna whispers, voice tremulous.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back. “I don’t see anyone.”
There’s no one there. The room that houses our law library isn’t that big, and unless someone is on the floor, I’d be able to see them.
She looks at me with wide, nervous eyes, biting her lip gently with her teeth. I kiss her softly, a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sure it was nothing,” I murmur.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kade
I’m pretty sure that Lawson and Jenna are together somewhere right now. I’m almost certain they’re fucking — maybe in the supply closet again, maybe in the law library this time — and I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing in the least.
I wish I were there, even though I know that would be too suspicious. One lawyer missing for twenty minutes is no big deal, but two? Along with their assistant?
Then people would start searching for us, and that’s the last thing I want.
But dear God, thinking about what they’re doing right now is getting me hard as a rock
, even though I’m sitting at my desk, trying to read through this deposition about tedious tax law.
Is he eating her out? Is she up on a desk, or maybe on the floor, or standing bent over as he licks her sweet pussy again and again until she cries out and her legs shake?
Or is he fucking her, getting to watch the glorious way that the pink flush spreads from her chest to her neck as she comes?
Maybe tonight’s the night, I think.
Then I shake my head quickly, banishing the thought.
Jenna’s not ready. She was a virgin two weeks ago, there’s no way she can take us both at once…
Something pops up on my computer screen, but I ignore it completely. Instead I’m imagining the three of us. On my bed, in my condo, Jenna already riding Lawson, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.
The sweet moment when I come up behind her and she leans forward, looking at me through her lashes over her shoulder.
The way it’ll feel when I take her in her back hole with him already inside her pussy, tighter than I could possibly imagine.
How hard Jenna will come then, the way pleasure’s going to take her body over completely.
My computer beeps again and I shake my head, forcing myself back to the reality of this deposition. I’m already stroking myself through my suit pants, my big mahogany desk hiding my erection, and for a split second I consider closing my office door and jerking off.
What the hell is wrong with you? I ask myself.
Back to the task at hand. Or not at hand, as the case may be.
Ten minutes later, Marissa storms through the office. I’m not really paying attention — I’m still trying to wrangle these documents — but I’ve got my office door partly open, so I watch her blast by everyone in there and head into Paul Leonard’s office without even knocking.
That gets my attention. Doing that is unimaginable even for me, and I’m a full partner at the law firm. Hell, I once watched Paul Leonard make a forty-year-old man cry for interrupting a phone call.
But it also gets my attention that Lawson and Jenna are nowhere to be seen. Maybe they weren’t doing anything — maybe Lawson needed her for a meeting, or he’s grabbing a late lunch while she un-jams the printer in the other room.
I’ve nearly convinced myself of that when I finally see them. Jenna’s first, walking out of the hallway and toward her desk, and she’s got the faintest blush on her cheeks, the rosy glow that tells me she just came hard somewhere else. Right before she sits at her desk she flicks her gaze to me for just a moment, then looks away, an unmistakable smile in her eyes.
A few minutes later Lawson walks the same way. Even though he’s immaculately put together as always, not a single wrinkle in his suit, I can tell what he just did. We’ve been best friends for years. We’ve fucked a dozen women together. I know what’s going on, and the heat in my core builds just thinking about it.
It’s nearly five o’clock. I don’t have anything today that will mandate overtime, so as soon as the clock strikes the hour, I’m out of here. We’ll go to my place tonight, and the second I get in the door I’m going to pick up Jenna, take her to a chair, and sit her right on my—
“Mr. Chandler?” a knock on my door pushes me out of my reverie, and I look up to see Linda, Paul’s executive assistant. She’s as no-nonsense as they come, with a helmet of brown hair and half-moon spectacles that reside on a chain around her neck.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Leonard wants to see you in his office,” she says, her voice perfectly neutral.
Even so, it feels like a cold knife into my gut. If he knows, I could lose my job — and worse, for something like this, I’m sure I’ll be blacklisted from every firm in New York City.
All because of a girl.
“Of course,” I say. “Is this about the DiMaggio case?”
Her eyebrows lift slightly, and those hopes are crushed.
“I don’t believe so,” she tells me, with a perfectly neutral tone that tells me she knows exactly what this is about, and it’s not going to be good for me.
I stand without answering her and grab my suit jacket on the way out the door, following Linda through the busy office and to Paul’s door. I can feel eyes on us, but I ignore them.
“Sit,” Paul says the moment I get into his office. I sink into one of three rich leather chairs arrayed in front of his desk.
He doesn’t even look at me, totally focused on the computer screen in front of him. A moment later, Jenna steps through the door, followed by Lawson.
This isn’t good. Jenna looks terrified, like she might cry, and Lawson looks pissed and more than a little protective. Seeing her like this riles up something fierce deep inside me, and I sit forward, ready to defend my woman at all costs.
“Do you know how long Hamilton, Clark, and Leonard has been in business?” he asks, his voice brusque.
“No,” I say, together in chorus with Lawson.
Poor Jenna looks too terrified to even open her mouth.
“Fifty-three years,” he says, answering his own question. “We have been a pillar of the community for fifty-three years, and you know how we did that?”
I don’t bother answering this time as he hits his palm against his desk.
“Integrity. Charity. Moral uprightness.”
Defending rich people against accusations of tax fraud, I think.
“And absolutely no hanky-panky.”
Here he stops and glares at each of the three of us in turn. I glare back, resisting the urge to reach out to Jenna and pull her into my arms.
Just get through this, I think. Apologize, say it won’t happen again, and get back to work.
“Now,” he says imperiously, both hands flat on his desk as he glares. “I’m quite certain that the incoming reports of hanky-panky are much overstated. I’m absolutely certain that the three of you know better than to, and I quote, ‘get it on’ in the lavatory in your workplace.”
I glance at Jenna. She’s bright red, red as a tomato, and a single tear tracks its way down her cheek. I have to grip my hands together in my lap to keep still.
I don’t care that I’m being chastised. I don’t even care that I’m being mocked. But her?
Fuck no.
“Of course not,” Lawson murmurs, always better than me at controlling the outward display of his emotions.
“Good,” Paul says. “Because I’d hate to think that the rumors of sexual intercourse in the law library were true, and I’d hate to think that one of my legal assistants was seeing two of my lawyers at once. Though, it does seem that you’re aware of each other?”
He lifts his eyebrows expectantly. Neither of us answers.
“Well, that’s good, I suppose, if a bit unorthodox. That said, of course you’ll be terminating this relationship forthwith, as our employee handbook clearly states—”
“We won’t,” someone says, his voice hard as steel.
Then there’s a pause. After a second, I realize who spoke.
It was me.
“Pardon?” Paul asks.
I clear my throat, not at all sure what I’m about to say. That was a knee-jerk reaction, an instinctive response to anyone suggesting I might give up Jenna.
“We’re not ending this relationship,” I say. “Fuck the employee handbook.”
His eyebrows shoot almost to his hairline.
“Then I’ll have no choice but to terminate you, but surely that’s—”
“All right,” Lawson says, standing.
Paul is baffled.
“Hold on, hold on,” he says, gesturing with his palms out. “This is insanity. You’ve been here for a few years, you’re climbing the ladder steadily, you’ve both just made partner, you can’t just throw it all away like this!”
I stand as well, my eyes on Jenna. She looks startled, shocked. I put one hand on her shoulder.
“I love you,” I say softly. “And if this prick wants to fire me over that, it’s fine with me.”
“Ka
de,” Jenna whispers softly. “That’s crazy—”
“Well, it’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Lawson says, on Jenna’s other side. He kneels down next to her, taking her face in his hands. “We love you, Jenna, and nothing else matters.”
Paul is still standing behind his desk, goggle-eyed at us.
“You can’t do this,” he says, gesturing at the three of us. “You’ve got bright careers in front of you. The amount of money you’re about to make on this case alone could buy you a Lamborghini.”
I just laugh.
“I don’t need another car,” I say.
“She’s just some secretary!” Paul shouts.
The words are barely out of his mouth before I’m leaning across his desk toward him, my face in his, snarling.
“You’re wrong,” I growl.
Paul stands his ground, but just barely.
“I love her,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. “Lawson loves her. She loves us, and that’s worth more than anything with a price tag.”
Paul gulps audibly.
“I didn’t mean—”
I whirl around, offer my hand to Jenna. She takes it tentatively, tears still in her eyes.
“Jenna, I love you, and I’m not going to stop,” I tell her.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “Kade, Lawson, I’m so sorry—”
I just laugh, and Lawson grins.
“Fuck this place,” he says. “Want to get out of here, peach?”
She looks from him to me and then to Paul, who’s still standing behind his desk, clearly not sure what’s happening.
“Well, I mean, yes, but—”
“How would you like a job at the law offices of Marshall and Chandler?” he asks, glancing up at me.
“Oh, fellas, come on—” Paul starts.
“I think it should be Chandler and Marshall,” I say, a grin spreading across my face.
Jenna just laughs, and she’s still laughing when the three of us leave Paul’s office. We don’t even get our things, we just leave.
