Free Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) by Jessie Courts

away she had gone to sleep without dwelling on her loss. A pang of guilt
instantly lodged itself in her chest and she was instantly remorseful of her
silly behaviour. But not regretful, and if Rachel was honest with herself, she
didn’t think she would be able to restrain from a repeat performance. Thinking
of Nate made Rachel automatically turn to his side of the bed –but
instead of a bad mood threatening to take hold, what she saw there immediately
made her heart thump wildly. Laid out on the pillow perfectly arranged, was her
thong.

 
    “Oh my god!” she whispered in
wonder clapping her hands to her face. “Oh.My.God!”

 
    Luc must have crept into her room
sometime in the night without her knowing, and the image of him looming over
her while she was sleeping made Rachel’s heart race wildly. She had not wanted
to leave him so quickly last night but circumstances intervened and as she ran
her hand over the flimsy fabric of the thong, Rachel’s imagination was playing
havoc with her libido thinking about what Luc had already been doing with it.
She was literally throbbing under the duvet undeniably thrilled with the idea
of Luc prowling around her bedroom in the dark hours of the night. Did he watch
her sleeping? Did he want to touch her like he had a few hours previously?
Rachel let her mind fill with erotic possibilities.

 
    It was still really early but the
naughty memories now meant Rachel was fully awake and excited to be getting on
with the day. It was Easter Sunday; the day of their outing to The Savoy.
However, first off, family tradition now had Rachel deftly padding around the
house in her pyjamas and Easter bunny slippers leaving clues for an egg hunt
for the children.

 
    She was in the lounge trying to
get the last hidden egg stuffed behind one of the sofas when Luc found her. He
was admiring the view of her cotton clad behind sticking up in the air while
the rest of her was hanging over the back of the sofa.

 
    “Perfect” he congratulated himself
and in three long strides had his hands in place around her waist and his head
buried in her neck inhaling her sweet scent already so familiar to him.

 
    “Jesus, fuck!” exclaimed Rachel
whipping her head over her shoulder to be rewarded with the sight of sleepy Luc
wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton sleep shorts.

 
    “I’m pretty sure that’s not a very
appropriate statement especially not on Easter Sunday! “ He laughed quietly
without releasing his hold on her.   “Your language is disgusting.”

 
    Unable to resist, Rachel relaxed
into him biting her lip as his rock hard morning glory nestled teasingly in the
crack of her bum. “I can’t help it” Rachel replied, “When I’m stressed or
shocked it just comes out.”

 
    “Or when coming apparently from
what I recall” he murmured into her ear nipping at the lobe.

 
    Just like that, those words from
his mouth in his husky tone shot straight to her core and made her wet for him.
“Luc; not here; it’s too risky.”

 
    “Do you want me to stop?” he
breathed into her face as his hand brushed up her body from her left hip to her
left nipple rubbing the taut peak through the thin cotton of her pyjama top. Leaning
back into his warm chest she groaned in response to the wonderful sensations he
was inducing. “Don’t want you to stop.”

 
    Luc didn’t need asking twice;
flipping her around he hauled her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing
and keeping a strong grip on her bounded out of the room and up the stairs to
his bed.

 
    Rachel was totally shocked at the
degree of passion Luc aroused in her. Just his touch jolted her into a realm
where nothing else existed but the need to have his sexy body do wicked things
to hers. She wanted dirty, naughty, energetic sex as much as she loved his
gentle caresses that coaxed her to sweet ecstasy. Right now though was a time
for fucking. Her need was urgent yet she was more than conscious that the