Overworked: An Office Reverse Harem Romance

by Dark Angel

  He pulls me back against his chest, and I clutch his shirt in my hands, so frustrated yet immensely received at the same time.

  “So you don’t think that I was lying to you all along?”

  He chuckles in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?” Then he tilts my chin up and stares down into my eyes, looking about as sincere as it gets. “I trust you, Layla. I know you weren’t trying to screw me. Well, not when it comes to my show,” he adds with a sexy arch of his brow and a smirk curving his lips.

  Striding back to his desk, he picks up his phone and punches a few buttons. “I’m going to set them straight right now.”

  A few minutes later, the two lawyers are back in Jake’s office, even more smug and arrogant than the day before.

  “What the fuck are you playing at?” he asks, getting right up in the asshole lawyer’s face. “Didn’t I tell you that she hadn’t even made her decision?”

  The guy shrugs and glances at Adam, his partner in crime. “You flat out refused to scale back on the obscenity, Jake. What were we supposed to do? Just let you pile up fine after fine and bankrupt the entire network?”

  “I told you I’d handle it,” he says between gritted teeth, angrier than I’ve ever seen him. In fact, I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen him angry. “Even if it means I have to pay every fucking fine myself.”

  My jaw drops. Jake is seriously willing to pay all the fines that he could be slapped with? Why? The only reason I can come up with is that he really does believe in what he’s doing. I mean, I know he said it over and over, but seeing this drives it home even more. This guy is so different than I ever expected when I took this job. It’s making my decision easier every day.

  “You need to let the lady do her job,” Jake continues. “Nothing is final. The show may continue on as always as far as you know. You were the ones concerned about bad publicity. Yet now you’ve gone and angered a shit ton of fans.”

  “You’re a wild card these days, Jake.” The lawyer laughs, sounding like some evil villain from a low budget film. “You’re going soft. No one knows what you’re going to do anymore. Not now that she’s in the picture. Falling in love doesn’t suit you.”

  Before I can even process what the asshole has said, Jake pulls his arm back and lets his fist fly, sending the guy stumbling back until he trips over a chair. He does a complete backflip over the chair as he loses his balance, then sprawls on the floor. I think Jake may have actually knocked him out.

  Setting his jaw, he levels a stare at Adam, the other lawyer. “You can take that back to the network heads as a message. If you think you’re going to manipulate me, you don’t know who you’re fucking with.”

  Then he walks toward me and wraps an arm around me, tucking me close to his side, and guides me out of the office.

  “I’m sorry. I just got so pissed. They should have let you do your job.”

  I shake my head, reeling from everything that just went down. “No, it’s fine.” All I can think about now, though, is what the guy said about Jake falling in love. Is it true? I can’t exactly ask him. And if he is, what does that mean for us? For my job and for the investigation.

  But I forget all of it when Jake cups my face in his palms and sets my body on fire with a searing kiss. When he pulls back, I feel slightly dazed.

  “There,” he says smugly. “I like that look on your face much better. Why don’t we go out tonight so we can forget all about this entire mess?”

  “I can’t think of anything that sounds better.”

  Jake

  “Where are we going?” Layla asks as my limo makes its way down the busy streets of Manhattan.

  “Dinner and dancing,” I say with a laugh.

  She narrows her eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t taking me ballroom dancing?”

  “Would you want to go ballroom dancing?”

  “Um. No.”

  I wink at her. “That’s what I thought.” The limo pulls up in front of an upscale burlesque dinner club. “Here we are.”

  Layla lifts her eyebrows, but I can tell she’s intrigued. “I’ve heard of this place but I’ve never been.”

  Perfect. Just the thing to take her mind off all the shit she had to deal with today. I climb from the limo and hold my hand out to her, and then we walk into the club hand-in-hand.

  We’re immediately taken upstairs when I give my name to the host.

  “Where are they taking us?” Layla whispers.

  “I reserved a private VIP room.”

  The way she smiles, like she can’t wait to see just what goes on in a VIP room has my cock ready for action. That’s my girl. Up for anything and everything. I fucking love that about her. I don’t know that I’ve ever been with someone so open and confident in their sexuality, and it’s such a fucking turn on that I’m almost surprised my cock hasn’t gone into overload and just torn right through my pants to get at her.

  We’re left alone in the room, and I pour two glasses of champagne and sit next to Layla on the sleek suede sofa that faces a giant wall of glass. Layla takes it all in, her eyes wide with excitement as she looks at the display below. Dark gray and black furniture and walls contrast with the neon pinks, purples, and blues of the lights in the club, giving the entire place a vibe of both elegance and pure sex.

  We have a perfect view of the center of the room where there are stages with poles, all glowing and pulsing in time to the music. Girls in various states of nudity are wrapped around the poles for our viewing pleasure.

  “What do you think?” I ask, sipping the champagne after I clink my glass to hers.

  “This is amazing. I’ve always wanted to come here.”

  I smile. Just like I thought.

  We order some food and drink our champagne, and I watch as Layla totally relaxes, all hints of the stress of the day gone.

  “I knew you’d like it,” I say as I refill her empty glass.

  “Sounds like you’re a regular here, Mr. Kent,” she teases. “Who’s your favorite dancer?”

  I feign surprise. “Oh, do you dance? Please, don’t let me stop you if you’d like to give me a show right now.”

  “Only if you’re a good boy and behave yourself.” She watches me over the rim of her glass as she sips her champagne, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

  “Now where’s the fun in that? Don’t you know by now that I never behave myself?”

  “Ah, that’s right. Always the bad boy.”

  The way she looks at me for a second makes me wonder what’s going through her head, but the next thing I know, she’s looking down at my cock, which hasn’t given the slightest hint of giving up its quest to break free.

  “So if I were to dance, wouldn’t I need a pole?”

  A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “You know, you’re right. I think that just might be a requirement.” I lean back against the sofa and clasp my hands behind my head. “But you’re in luck. I know just the thing.”

  Layla sets her glass down and slides closer to me, her hand hovering over my cock, taunting me with the promise of her touch. And when she leans into my ear and bites gently, the tickling tease of her breath sends what blood I have remaining straight down to my cock. All I can think about now is Layla and what a fucking awesome night this is going to be.

  “Mmm,” she murmurs, dragging her lips across my jaw and down my neck. “I think you might be right.”

  I’m faintly aware of someone coming in and placing the food we ordered on the table, but I don’t bother paying them any attention. Neither does Layla, which makes me grin because I knew she had a thing for exhibitionism.

  She stands up and walks toward the glass, leaving me aching for her to get back over here where she belongs—on my cock.

  “Can people see us in here? Through this glass?”

  I watch her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Every square inch of this room is on full display.”

  Then she seals the deal—she’s my fucking wet dream come true. “Then I think we s
hould give the people a show.”

  Layla

  I pull off Jake’s shirt and run my hands up and down his chest, looking into his eyes as I caress his eight-pack rock hard abs. I kiss his cheek, down his jawline, before I draw my mouth down his neck and down to his nipples.

  I push Jake back to lie flat on his sofa as I work my way down his stomach. Taking my time as I undo his belt buckle, I stare into his eyes, though I take a brief opportunity to look out around the glass. Plenty of people are watching, and they know that I’m a damn lucky woman for the man I’m putting my mouth on.

  Jake’s breathing turns shallow as I slide his pants down to the floor. His huge cock is pressing against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. I take my time teasing his cock slowly, eventually sliding his boxer briefs off, being sure to give everyone watching a show. I wrap my hands around his thick shaft. I love touching his cock, hardening it in my hands while others watch and wish they were him — or me. I keep my eyes locked on Jake as he leans forward when he feels my breath on the head of his cock. I swallow his cock, deep into my throat, and my hands travel down to cup his balls. I massage them, wanting to enjoy every moment of touching him. Part of me wants the world to see him enjoy me touching him...and part of me just wants him to enjoy it. In our little glass cube room right now, why not have both?

  I realize that my own breathing has become labored because I'm so turned on. I feel how each one of my breaths, filling up my lungs, makes my nipples tingle. When I exhale, I hear Jake's moaning, loud groans that fill the room. My clit twitches at the sound, loving the pleasure I’m already drawing from his body.

  I lick my hand up and down Jake’s cock, and his hands grab a fistful of my hair. I suck harder as he takes my head and bobs my head up and down on his cock. I love that all these people can see me, sucking my man’s cock like this and he’s in charge. Heat surges through my body and I burn up inside at the idea of being able to make him come, right here in my mouth, inside of this VIP box for everyone to see.

  I grip the couch as I suck more and more of his cock as he pushes my head down deeper and deeper.

  Matching the rhythm of his hips with my mouth, Jake's massive head gets slick deep in my throat. The wave that is rolling in me I keep at bay, clenching my thighs together. I want his load; my mouth craves it. I'm driven by raw instinct. I don’t care who sees, and maybe I do and I care because I want everyone to see. I moan against his cock in my mouth and I know that sends us both over the edge.

  I keep my pace as I feel that hot, delicious jet of cum erupt in my throat. God, it feels good filling up my mouth completely, no matter how fast I try to swallow him. I take a big gulp and look up at Jake as he loosens his grip on my hair. Some of his cum drips down my chin and I don’t try to clean it up. I want it to drip. I want everyone to see how much of a slut for Jake’s cum I can be. I’ll let it dribble down my chin and I don’t care who sees. I look up at him and hope that he knows that’s exactly what I’m thinking. I’m breathing too heavily even when his cock pops out of my mouth. I can’t find words. I’ve never been so turned on in my life and I’m shaking.

  His eyes flutter as he falls off the cliff of his orgasm. My panties are soaked just watching his face contort with ecstasy, knowing that he is making that face because I’m bringing him this pleasure.

  I had no idea that it could be so exciting to please one man and think of him as yours...but right now I want to focus on how he makes my body feel. I get distracted when I feel his warm cup start to drip.

  With a line of his cum dripping down my chin and falling onto my breasts, I stand up, pulling off my own clothes. I don’t know if we’re supposed to get naked here in the club...I mean, how VIP is this glass room...but I think I’ll go for it and see if we don’t put on a show that our audience isn’t soon to forget. I strip down to nothing, taking Jake’s hand and placing it in between my thighs. I like the feeling of his arousal dripping down my body, and his eyes follow the line as it slides lower. I want him to feel what he does to me, how much I enjoy being on erotic display for the whole club. With his hand tight between my thighs, Jake cups my pussy and I moan at the sensation, needing so much more, and not holding back the sounds of my pleasure at all. Jake slides his fingers up and down my wet pussy lips, taking his time before sliding his fingers deep into my pussy. I arch my back as he pulls me onto his lap. Spinning around, I wiggle my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. I breathe deep through the sensations, and I pull back when his fingers exit me. I dip lower so that I can run my tongue across the underside of his shaft. I take his balls into my mouth and bat them around playfully. Making sure to get them all nice and moist, I take Jake’s fingers and slide them out of my wet pussy. Using just his fingertips, I rub my pussy’s wetness on his cock.

  Bringing Jake’s fingers up to my mouth, I make sure he feels my tongue licking and tasting every finger all at once. I grind my wet pussy against his cock, slowly marking it with his fingers still in my mouth. I use my hands to take hold of his cock and begin to slide it up and down my clit, pressing him against me more insistently with every stroke. I push the head of his cock into my pussy finally, watching my body swallow him up again the way I need him. I hear some whoops from the audience and some clapping on the glass, and it makes me slam my body into Jake’s cock, ready to put on a real show.

  He slams so hard into me that I’m crying out in no time at all, moaning his name and rolling my hips in time with his thrusts to take everything he gives and give back more of my own fucking.

  I’m shivering already, every time his cock slams into me making me tremble. “I’m going to come!” I cry out and now the crowd really goes wild with cheering.

  I do, too. “Fuck!” I cry out as the orgasm starts to take hold of me.

  Jake slides us to the edge of the sofa and thrusts us into an upright position. We spin quickly and I see him swipe everything off our table before he lays me on the table, releasing my legs from around his waist. He takes a step back and raises my legs up above my head, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my ass. He pulls me to the edge of the table to meet him.

  “I want to fuck your ass while all these people watch, baby,” Jake says, the lust in his voice simmering my very soul, it's so hot. “Your ass is mine," he moans, running his fingers down the hollow of my throat as he slowly pushes his slick cum-covered cock into my ass. I grip the table as I feel his head penetrating my ass.

  “Jacob, yes, fuck my ass!" I shout, begging him to make sure he knows that I definitely want this. I want him inside me now.

  He quickly picks up the pace, sliding the head of his cock through my slick pussy folds and then down against my asshole. He doesn’t take his time, he rams inside me, knowing how badly I want him. Jake slams into my ass, harder and harder each time. I know people are cheering, but now I can’t hear anything but my own blood rushing and my moans drowning everything out.

  He starts to fuck in long, slow strokes, sliding almost completely out of me before he fucks back into my ass. I quake around him, every single thrust back into me more intense than the last.

  Jake watches me as I slowly run my fingers down my neck, across my supple breasts, taking my nipples into my fingers and rolling them back and forth. Touching myself, knowing he’s watching me, makes my clit swell and ache with need. Every touch of my fingers against my skin sends a tingle throughout my body. I'm unable to stop touching myself with the way that he makes me feel. I hear the crowd make comments, something about how turned on I am...yes, that’s right.

  “Even our audience knows that I love the way you make my body feel,” I whimper, looking up at him with a smile.

  “You look so sexy when I fuck you,” Jake says with a wicked look in his eye.

  I’m shaking, so close to coming again, but I know we’re far from done.

  That’s when Jake cock slides from my ass into my pussy, the slow entry and exit making me cry out with lust, the shocking sensation from full, to empty, to fu
ll making me cry out.

  He keeps a slow and even, steady stroke in my pussy, and I think it’s just to tease me. He knows I ache for him to make my pussy come. Jake speeds up, pumping harder, and I bite my leg, screaming at the intense pleasure of him taking me over. I slide closer to him and lift my ass higher off the table, working my hips and trying to keep up with Jake's rhythm. Jake pulls my legs up and I’m curling my toes tight above my head so that his thrusts can take me over the edge.

  The fluttering in my clit is getting more intense and I know my pussy is about to erupt no matter how hard I try to keep it at bay.

  “Oh, fuck!” I cry out the instant that his cock starts shooting hot jets of his cum inside me; I can’t resist my own orgasm when he’s coming so hard inside me. I squirt so hard that Jake has to grab the edge of the table to make sure that I don’t push him away with the sheer force of my orgasm, but the pressure is too much. Jake moves, pulling his cock completely out of my pussy, and he lets my legs fall down and dangle over the edge of the table. His hands are on his dripping cock, and he smears our cum over my stomach as he walks around the table, and my eyes follow him with a hungry curiosity. He looks at me as he licks his fingers clean, then he leans in and kisses me.

  Jake’s brings his cum-coated cock to my lips. I suck in a breath and lick my lips, wanting to taste us now.

  I roll my tongue across the top of my mouth before letting his cock slide down my throat.

  Jake grabs one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers and tugging it until I yelp.

  That makes me reach out and grab his cock. I’m not waiting until he decides I’m sucking his cock; I want his shaft inside me now, my tongue licking up and down the length and tasting us on him.

  I open my mouth wide, taking the head of his cock and bringing it so close to my mouth so that I know he can feel my warm breath blowing on the head of his cock. I tease Jake, lightly licking my tongue down the head of his cock…because he thinks I can’t wait. I can…on my terms.