BENT OVER BY THE INTERN

Chapter 2

And drew closer to Jake.

The phone stays pressed to Rachel's ear, and Oliver's voice sounds small and far away. Jake is touching her hand, and his fingers burn hot against her skin.

Rachel looks at Jake and he looks back, his eyes are dark and hungry, and she knows what he wants. She wants it too.

She drops the phone without hanging up and it clatters on the desk. The line goes dead, but she doesn't care. Jake pulls her up from the chair and his mouth crashes on hers.

They stumble backward and hit the wall hard. Rachel gasps and Jake grabs her waist; his hands are rough and eager, and they roam everywhere.

"Lock the door," she breathes against his mouth.

Jake moves fast and clicks the lock. The sound echoes in the dark office. He turns back and she is already unbuttoning her blouse.

Her shirt falls open, and her bra is black lace. Jake stares and his throat bobs. "You're so f*****g beautiful, CEE EEE HOE" he says.

"Shut up and f**k me," Rachel says.

Jake doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs her and spins her around; her palms hit the wall and her cheek presses the cold surface.

He lifts her skirt and rips her panties. The lace tears like paper. She hears his zipper go down and then he is inside her.

Rachel screams and it echoes in the empty building. Jake is big and thick and he fills her up completely. He starts moving and his hips slap against her ass.

"Harder," she gasps, "f**k me harder."

Jake pounds her and the wall shakes. Picture frames fall and crash; glass breaks, but neither of them stops. He grabs her hair and pulls her head back.

"You like that?" he grunts, "You like my c**k?"

"Yes," she moans, "Don't stop."

He pulls out and turns her around. He lifts her up and carries her to the desk; papers scatter everywhere and he bends her over the wood.

He enters again from behind and the desk scrapes across the floor. Rachel claws at the surface and her nails dig in. Jake is relentless and he hits a spot deep inside.

"Right there," she screams, "Oh god, right there."

He f***s her like that for ten minutes and then he pulls her up. He carries her to the couch and drops her on the cushions; he spreads her legs and dives in.

His tongue finds her c**t and he licks fast and sloppy. Rachel grabs his head and holds him there; she grinds against his face and she is close, so close.

"Make me c*m," she orders.

Jake sucks her c**t into his mouth and she explodes. Her orgasm crashes over her and she shakes. It is the best she has felt since Marcus, better than anything with Oliver.

She pushes him back and he stands up; his c**k is hard and red and dripping. She gets on her knees and takes him in her mouth.

She sucks hard and uses her hand. Jake groans and his knees shake. "I'm gonna c*m," he warns.

Rachel pulls back and stands up. She turns around and bends over the arm of the couch. "c*m inside me," she says.

Jake doesn't hesitate; he slams into her and f***s her rough. Three strokes and he roars; he cums deep and she feels it pulse hot.

They collapse on the couch and pant. Sweat drips from Jake's chest onto her back. Rachel closes her eyes and smiles.

That was better than anything in five years of marriage.

They fall asleep on the couch and wake up to sunlight streaming through the windows. Rachel looks at her watch and it is six AM.

She stands up and her body aches in a good way. She finds her clothes and dresses fast; Jake watches her with sleepy eyes.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"Home," she says, "I have a marriage to save or destroy."

She drives home and the sun is rising. The house is quiet when she enters. Oliver is sitting at the kitchen table and he looks like he hasn't slept.

"I sent Mia away," he says fast, "Fired her. She's gone."

Rachel pours coffee and doesn't look at him. "Good."

"I made a mistake," Oliver says, "It won't happen again."

Rachel sits down and sips her coffee. She thinks about Jake inside her and how powerful she felt. She looks at Oliver and he looks small and weak.

"I am not leaving," she says, "This is my house and my life, and you will not take it from me."

Oliver nods fast. "Thank you, I promise I'll do better."

"But you will pay for this," Rachel says, "I haven't decided how yet."

She goes upstairs and showers; she washes Jake off her skin and she plans. She will make Oliver suffer, but she won't give him up to that blonde b***h.

Over the next week Rachel is cold to Oliver. She sleeps in the guest room and she works late every night. Jake is at the office and he keeps looking at her with that smirk.

On Wednesday he walks into her office without knocking and sits on her desk. "You avoiding me?" he asks.

"I am your boss," Rachel says, "Get off my desk."

Jake doesn't move; he reaches out and touches her knee. "You didn't say that when I was f*****g you over it."

Rachel stands up and slaps him hard. The sound cracks in the room. Jake's head snaps back and he touches his cheek.

"You don't own me," Rachel says, "You are an intern and I am the CEO. You speak when spoken to, and you touch me when I allow it."

Jake stares at her and his eyes flash angry, then he looks down. "Yes, Mrs. Wayne," he says.

"Get out and send me the quarterly reports," she says.

Jake leaves and his shoulders are tight. Rachel sits down and her hand stings; she had to put him in his place, he was getting too cocky.

She goes home that night and Oliver has made dinner. He is trying so hard and she almost feels sorry for him. Almost.

She checks his phone while he showers and finds nothing. He has been good. She tracks his location for the next three days and he goes to work and home only.

On Saturday she relaxes a little. Maybe he really has changed, maybe she won.

Sunday morning she checks his phone location and he is at a hotel downtown, the Marriot. He told her he was going to the gym.

Rachel drives there fast and her hands shake on the wheel. She finds his car in the parking lot and she sees Mia's car two spaces down.

She takes the elevator to the third floor and she follows the signs. She hears them before she sees them, moaning coming from room 304.

Rachel doesn't knock; she uses her credit card to slide the lock. Hotel locks are cheap. She pushes the door open.

Oliver is on top of Mia and they are on the bed; he is f*****g her hard and she is screaming. They don't even hear the door.

"Get out," Rachel says loud.

They freeze and turn. Oliver's face goes white. "Rachel," he says, "This isn't what it looks like."

"It looks like you're f*****g your assistant in a hotel room," Rachel says, "After you promised, after you fired her."

"I rehired her," Oliver admits, "I can't help it, I need her."

Mia smirks and pulls the sheet up. "He loves me," she says, "He never loved you."

Rachel looks at them and she feels nothing: no anger, no pain, just cold clarity. She turns and walks out.

She drives to her office and it is empty on Sunday. She sits at her desk and she opens her phone; she texts Jake.

"Meet me at the Hilton downtown," she types, "Room 512, one hour."

She hits send and the message shows delivered. She doesn't wait for a reply; she drives to the hotel and she checks in.

She sits on the bed and she waits. The room is quiet and her heart pounds. She hears a knock at the door.

Rachel walks to the door and she looks through the peephole. Jake is there and he looks nervous, his hands are in his pockets.

She puts her hand on the lock and she pauses. She could open it or she could leave him there; she could go back to Oliver or she could destroy everything.

The knock comes again, louder this time. Rachel takes a deep breath and her fingers grip the metal.

She opens her mouth to call out but no words come. The moment hangs there like a blade: Jake waits on one side and she waits on the other.

Her fingers tighten on the lock, her breath catches, and then -