Page 50 of Boss with Benefits

"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.”

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