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

woman sitting on his loo.

 
    “Well now what?” she snapped at
him, her hands pulling at her hair. The Adonis in the room glared at her; his
piercing blue eyes sparkling with emotion. He really was quite literally breath
taking.

 
    “What, like this is my fault?” The
pools of blue widened in surprise.

 
    “Uh oh” thought Rachel, “the boy’s
getting mad!”

 
    Luc’s beautiful features crumpled
in dismay and a very pissed off looking young man clenched his jaw muscles so
tight Rachel could see a tick in his cheeks. Through gritted teeth he put his
face in hers complaining harshly. “As if you leaving me in a painful state of
arousal last night wasn’t bad enough, I now get to spend the whole bloody day
hard as fucking nails until my poor deprived cock eventually finds itself
buried balls deep inside your hot little cunt…or your mouth – your choice Mrs R .”

 
    Rachel gasped at his this brash
side of Luc but had no time to process as he brusquely covered her lips with
his own devouring her with a searing kiss. It was hot and hard and fast leaving
her on a promise. Grunting his disapproval Luc left without a backward glance.

 
    Glued to the loo seat; too stunned
to move straight away; Rachel shuddered at the thrill of discovering her sweet,
congenial boy man god could be anything but.  

 
    **********
      ‘The car’s here!” shouted Rachel from the
downstairs hallway. “Are you ready to go?” She had arranged for a car to pick
them up to take them to The Savoy for lunch so that they could all have a drink
and the big black Mercedes people carrier had just pulled up onto the driveway.

 
    Various grunts and cries of
acknowledgement came from upstairs implying the twins and Luc wouldn’t be too
long. Rachel popped her head out the front door to let the driver know they’d be
a few minutes and when she turned back into the house she was rewarded with the
full on thrill of catching Luc in his new suit descending the stairs. No
fucking doubt about it, the man was gorgeous. He filled out the suit perfectly
in all the right places – it could have been designed just for him. The
navy threads made his hair look blonder and his eyes shine bluer and the open
necked shirt hinted at the smooth skin beneath leaving her breathless. Rachel
delighted in the vision of him and openly drooled as he grinned at her
releasing the dimples. Rachel was relieved to find him more composed than when
he’d left her earlier.

 
    Halting in front of Rachel, Luc
placed his hands on her upper arms and leaned in to kiss her on either side of
her face in a very French move. She guessed it was a part of his heritage and
vowed to quiz him on it later.
    “Thank you Rachel; I love the suit
but decided to ditch the tie. Do I still look ok?” he cocked his head at her
seeking her approval.

 
    “Luc darling – if I didn’t
know how you phenomenal you looked naked – I’d say you never looked
better.” Luc threw his head back and roared at Rachel’s answer. She had such a
wicked sense of humour – she enthralled him.

 
    “You scrub up pretty well yourself
Mrs R.” In fact, Luc thought she looked jaw droppingly sexy in a tight black
pencil skirt that hugged her hips and arse like a second skin, and a coffee
coloured silk blouse tucked in that draped over her upper body outlining her
spectacular tits. Her long legs were bare and on her feet was a pair of the
highest nude heels he had no idea how she walked in but looked fucking hot. He
decided he might get her to leave them on later.

 
    Rachel had taken a long time to
decide how to dress for this outing and judging by the way Luc was running his
bottom lip through his teeth as he gazed at her longingly, Rachel decided she’d
made a good choice.

 
    “What’s funny?” asked Jess coming
up behind Luc. “Wow you both look fab!” she gushed looking her mother and her
friend up and down.  

 
    “You look lush, Mummy!”   Lucy agreed, “And