Jake’s POV

I was hard at my desk for the third time before lunch.

Not the mild, distractible kind of hard that faded if I shifted in my chair or thought about spreadsheets. This was the heavy, insistent kind that made my pants feel two sizes too small and turned every ordinary movement into a problem. My cock sat thick against my thigh under the dark fabric, pulsing whenever the air conditioning kicked on or whenever my mind drifted for even a second. And my mind kept drifting.

It had started that morning in the shower. A quick, frustrated stroke that should have taken the edge off but instead left...