24. Derrick
24
DERRICK
"G et out!" I roared, humiliation surging through me as I tucked myself further into the tiny closet.
How was this happening? How was I standing here with the biggest hard-on of my life and Rachel was directly behind me to witness?
I wanted to die. No, strike that. I wanted to murder Lexi for telling me to take the damn Viagra. I thought I had time. Pop the pill, head home for a quickie with my hand, then meet my fam for dinner.
But the universe fucked me over.
One urgent call from the head of marketing about a last-minute talk show appearance, and by the end of the conversation, I was pitching a major tent in my pants.
I wasn't about to jerk off in my office, even with the whole place empty, but I also wasn't going to walk around the streets of Manhattan saluting everyone with my flagpole.
My solution? Going to the supply closet to take care of business. It was secluded and secure, or so I thought, but once I got here I just couldn't do it. It felt wrong to tug one out at the office.
So, like a damn fool, I started begging my cock to go down. Then Rachel fucking Arya barged in on me, and here I was with a massive boner and Rachel as my witness.
Behind me, she squeaked out something that sounded like a laugh.
"This isn't fucking funny, Rachel." I grappled for my pants, furious. "Why the hell are you even here?"
"Um, I need my bag." She pointed to a navy athletic bag next to my right foot.
Fuck my life.
I tried to kick it toward her, but I didn't have much leverage with my back to her and me holding my pants up by one hand. The bag barely moved.
"Um, do you need some help?" she asked.
"No!" I snapped, not knowing if she meant help with the bag or my big problem.
Fuck, my cock was aching. I didn't even care that I was in the office anymore. I needed to jerk off, and I needed to do it now.
"Please, Rachel," I pleaded. "Get the fuck out."
She slid out of the closet, but I heard her shuffling around on the other side.
"How's it going in there?" she asked, and I swore she was mocking me.
I gritted my teeth, my erection throbbing. "Go away."
There was no response, and for a second, I thought she left. Until...
"I can help if you want."
I knew she was joking—she had to be joking—but my balls tightened against my body at the suggestion. I banged the back of my head against the door. "Go. A. Way."
My hand flexed above my cock, desperate to let it out of its misery. This was painful enough without her here.
"The thing is?—"
"Just fucking leave, Rachel! You caused enough problems for me this week. Why are you even at the office? You left everyone hanging. Lexi's been a stress case all week because you selfishly decided you were more important than everyone else. All the hosts are pissed. These are hardworking people and you fucked them over. Now get the hell out of here!"
Silence.
"I was gonna say"—she sniffled—"I still need my bag."
"Shit. I'm sorry, Rachel." I picked up the bag, threw it out the door, and slammed it again. I didn't mean to say all that stuff. I was just furious and humiliated and now I was gonna have to explain.
"Look, my doctor prescribed some Viagra, and I took it. I thought I'd be home by the time it started working, but then there was a minor emergency, and bam. My cock went from zero to sixty, and now I..."
"You have a hard-on that won't quit," she finished, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Exactly."
"Why didn't you jerk off in your office? Where there's a lock."
"It felt too weird doing it there. This seemed like the safest place."
"There's an upside to all this, you know," she said.
I groaned. "I can't wait to hear it."
"That's some good shit your doc gave you."
A laugh popped out of my lips again. Leave it to Rachel to find the humor in a mortifying situation.
"Too good," I grumbled.
I heard Rachel rub her hands together. "Boss, it's time to man up and take care of business."
I cringed. "Everything about this is wrong. I'm not that guy."
"And I'm not the girl that goes AWOL and leaves everyone hanging. But I did that this week," she said, throwing my words back at me. "And I'm sorry. I've had a lot of challenges going on."
There was a dull ache in my chest as I wondered what challenges she was talking about. But this was not the time for a heart-to-heart. I was still rock-hard in a supply closet.
"And I'll tell you all about it once you tame the beast," Rachel quipped.
"You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"
"Nope," she said.
"You're the most annoying woman in the world, you know that?"
"Yep," she said, popping the "p".
"And if you speak a word of this to anyone, I will kill you."
"I won't say a thing. I might post it in the group Slack but?—"
"Rachel!"
"I'm joking, geez. Just fuck your hand and get it over with," she said, and I could almost hear her eye roll. "I'm leaving, okay? I've got derby tonight."
Silence.
"Or maybe I'll stay."
"Rachel!" My steel-poled dick tingled.
"I'm going. I'm going," she said, her voice fading down the hallway. "Love ya, Boss," she singsonged, her voice barely audible.
I shook my head, laughing. That woman was either the best or worst thing that had ever happened to me.
I waited a whole minute until I finally wrapped my hand around my cock. A loud moan escaped my lips when I made contact.
God, it felt good.
Rachel skittered into my mind. I tried to shove her out, but all I could think about was her multicolored hair and mischievous hazel eyes, her way of teasing me that made me want to kill her and fuck her at the same time.
My knees turned watery as I stroked, and I slapped my left hand against the shelf to keep me upright, the supplies rattling. Oh God, my orgasm was already swirling in my balls, aching.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and Rachel was there again, in my mind. I imagined her hand stroking me, her warm breath moist against my tip, her tongue flicking out and licking my?—
"Fuck, Rachel. Yes! Oh, fuck yes,” I roared as my orgasm pumped out. My mind spun and my hips jerked as I rode the sweet release.
When my breathing was back to normal and sanity had returned, I cleaned up, doused my hands with sanitizer from one of the shelves, opened the door, and stepped out.
And there at the far end of the hall stood Rachel, her eyebrows raised. "Were you thinking about me?" she asked.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Rachel. What are you still doing here?”
“Grabbed a snack for the road,” she said, lifting her hand and showing me a half-eaten power bar.
“Go and don’t ever talk about this again."
Rachel shrugged. "Sure thing." She hitched her bag on her shoulder. "But I'm pretty sure I heard you scream my name."
I shrugged, noncommittal, and Rachel's eyes widened in surprise. A month ago I would have been furious, but despite this awkward as fuck situation, I was already seeing the humor in it. Maybe there was a little bit of Rachel in me yet. That impish playfulness she was always trying to use on me. What if I didn’t worry so much? What if I teased her the way she teased me?
She was staring at me, suspicious, and I walked up to her, leaned in, and brushed my lips across her ear. "Would you like it if I did?"
Her pretty lips parted on a gasp, and for once she was speechless.
"Don't worry." I stepped back. "I was only messing with you. I figured you hadn’t left yet.”
"So you screamed my name to mess with me?" She cocked her head, her face folded in uncertainty.
"Yep," I said, popping my "p" like she did earlier. I walked past her to the elevator bank.
"You're lying," she accused, her short legs hurrying to keep up with my long strides.
I smiled coyly. "You'll never know."
She swatted at my shoulder, and I caught her hand, holding it in my grip.
"Don't," I said, lowering my voice. "Let's try to do better at keeping that boundary from now on."
There was a pull in my chest that wanted to tug her close and press my lips to her mouth, but I ignored it. I may have jerked off in a supply closet while thinking of Rachel, but crossing that line was a totally different game.
I released her hand. "And I expect you here on Monday ready to work."