Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (27 page)

The image of them entangled on her
bathroom floor having literally fallen out of the shower stall embedded itself
on the insides of her eyelids. The memory of Luc’s long body cushioning her
against their fall, and his big hands holding her steady as she rocked on top
of him taking him so deep she could feel every delicious inch of his cock
impaling her until she came hard around him, did very little to quell the
rising desire she’d been trying to fight all day.

She groaned and shifted on the
bench willing her mind to clear but the heat inside of her was just as intense
as the steamy warmth surrounding her. She squeezed her legs together trying to
alleviate the steady throbbing at the apex of her thighs, but she was slick
with sweat and she couldn’t apply enough pressure. “Oh god” she moaned drawing
the sound out as her frustration got the better of her. Every nerve in her body
was screaming for release and Rachel gave in to the need to touch herself.

Moving the flat of her palms over
her sensitive breasts flickers of pleasure shot through her body and she
writhed in response. Daringly dropping her knees open Rachel trailed a finger
over her mound and into the wet depths of her sex.

Moaning, she adjusted her position
slightly and proceeded to slip a finger into her pussy whilst using the flat of
her thumb to nudge the knot of nerves in her clitoris. “Feels so good” Rachel
whimpered feeling her pleasure starting to hum deep in her pussy hardening her
nipples and curling in her stomach. Welcoming her ensuing release, Rachel
arched her back giving her better access to add another finger to rock against.
So close to climax it took Rachel a moment to react to the movement from the
other side of the steam room which was subsequently followed by a deep cough.

“What the fuck?” she yelped
grabbing for her towel to make a frantic escape. Leaping from the tiled bench,
Rachel groped for the door handle only to feel a huge body come up behind her pressing
into the glass. She hissed loudly at the cold against her sensitive nipples and
shivered against the length of male heat keeping her locked into place. She
wasn’t sure if she was mortified or terrified, but one thing she couldn’t deny
was that she was definitely still turned on.

“That was so fucking hot darlin’
– I think you need some help.” Rachel stopped breathing and started
shaking. The man behind her buried his head into the crook of her neck and
nibbled on the sensitive skin there. His full beard was damp from the steam
room but felt shockingly sinful against her throat. By rights, Rachel should
have been screaming for help trying to make her escape but shit that felt good.

“Who would know? Can I really do
this? Am I this person?” she asked herself leaning back into the man’s chest.
“God he’s massive, and clearly built like a brick shit house.” Thought Rachel
lost in the divine feel of all slick skin covering hers. “And his voice is so
deep and sexy sounding in that American accent. Wait; oh no; oh no….”

Panting to catch her breath Rachel
looked over her shoulder truly terrified now. Not because she was scared for
her safety; strangely she felt no fear, but because she had a horrible notion
that she would recognise the man behind her. Closing her eyes to give herself a
moment of breathing space, she twisted her body round to face the enemy. Still
clutching the towel close, she placed one hand flat against his chest to keep
him at bay. Rachel seriously doubted there was very little she could do to stop
him if her really wanted to touch her; he felt like a brick wall. Taking a deep
breath she reluctantly opened her eyes and was gifted with the most marvellous
view of Joe bloody Mason gloriously naked except for a small towel hanging
precariously low on his hips.

His face was crinkled into a
devilish smile and he literally dripped with sex appeal. “Just say no and I’ll
back off” he drawled at her clearly confident she would fall straight into his
arms.

“No!” croaked Rachel.

“What?” Joe looked genuinely
confused,
 
“No? Really no? It didn’t
look like ‘no’ a minute ago sweetheart.”

“I didn’t know you were there…”
Rachel spat at him. Joe bent his head to look her right in the eyes; his a mix
of lust and disbelief, but something in her expression must have convinced him
and Rachel saw the minute he realised she was telling the truth; his grey eyes
went wide as saucers and he shot backwards as if he’d been burned, swearing
profusely.

“Holy fuck!” he shouted at her, “I
thought you were putting on that little show for my benefit.” His lips actually
curled upwards as he cocked his head at Rachel. “Well hell – no point in
putting all that wet to waste honey. My offer still stands.” Rachel’s jaw
dropped open at the man’s arrogance even if his crude suggestion only made her
wetter. The man was bloody sexy as anything but HE WAS HER BOSS and right now
he had lifted one finger to her chin and pushed it up. Running his thumb over
her closed mouth he moved towards her like a predator circling it’s prey, and Rachel
was tempted to let things run their course but the repercussions were already
going to be horrendous without the added complication of an anonymous fuck that
was only anonymous to one of the people involved. Time to end this farce Rachel
conceded.

“No means no!” she screeched at
him pushing him away as she dashed out of the steam to the safety of the Ladies
Changing Room. Hastily throwing on her clothes, Rachel was frantic to get out
of there in case he reappeared. Talk about a compromising situation – she
could have been sleeping with the boss before he even found out she was working
for him. Rachel spent the rest of the night freaking out about meeting him
formally on Monday morning.

Sunday morning and Rachel woke
with a tight chest. The old saying that everything feels better in the morning
turned out to be a crock of shit because she felt like crap. Every time her
mind drifted back to fun times at the gym with your boss who doesn’t know he’s
your boss, she broke into a cold sweat. Rachel actually felt like crying with
frustration – if he refused to consider Genesis as a viable new business
prospect because of her stupid actions, she would never forgive herself for
letting Nate down and destroying his dream before it even got started. Then there
were all the people who would lose out on the benefits of the pro bono scheme.
Rachel relentlessly tormented herself until it was time to get ready for lunch.

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“What’s up happiness?” Rory asked
a thoroughly pissed off looking Rachel as he handed her a glass of red wine.

“Hmm, that’s delicious, thank you.
What year is it?”

“So, nice deflection Rach, but
seriously, what’s wrong?”

Rory bumped shoulders with her to
keep her attention. He was one of Nate’s oldest friends and once he was hooked
up with Karen and Nate with Rachel, the four of them became thick as thieves.
Many enjoyable family holidays were spent together and Rachel trusted both of
them implicitly; but would they empathise with this new version of her former
self. Karen was cool and trendy and totally extrovert, but understanding why
her friend was masturbating in a public place might be a stretch even for her.

Rachel made an executive decision
not to share her mishaps just yet. She couldn’t risk losing them again after
neglecting them for so long and so she told her friends something easier to
comprehend.

“Just missing Nate being here. He
loved you guys so much.” She pasted a wistful expression on her face matching
theirs and braced herself for the group hug heading her way.

“Oh Rach – we miss him too.
Can you bear to have a little reminiscing pity party?” Karen asked her with a
pouty mouth.

“Let’s do it. Let’s get drunk and
talk about Nate!’ Rachel conceded that as torturous as it would be, it was a
most suitable punishment for behaving like a sex deprived loser, although she
couldn’t actually imagine feeling any worse than she did already.

**********

A few hours later, Rachel was in
her bedroom preparing her clothes for the morning. Talking about Nate had
actually been surprisingly cathartic as it linked into numerous mad stories
about crazy events of the past. Rather than crying her way through the
afternoon the three of them laughed most of the time and Rachel was a lot
calmer now.

She admired the Armani dress and
jacket hanging on her wardrobe door. It was a beautiful light grey colour
designed to flatter and enhance the female form. The dress was fitted to the
knee with a round neck and cap sleeves; the jacket sat on her waist with a
single button to keep it done up and was also cut to hug her curves. When she
had tried it on in the store she appreciated the way it looked both
sophisticated and sexy. It was business like without losing a feminine style
and accentuated her figure in a more than flattering way. Choosing a pair of
Prada heels in black to match, Rachel then picked out her underwear including
natural colour stockings. Whilst she was in Selfridges she had splashed out on
a new range of lingerie and a tiny thong with matching suspender belt and demi
bra was now laid out ready for the next day. She smirked at the outfit which
she had originally bought to create the right first impression for meeting with
Joe Mason; fat chance of that happening now, but if nothing else was achieved
tomorrow, at least she would look bloody gorgeous.

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CHAPTER 14

Sitting in her office effectively
hiding from the rest of the staff until the ‘Welcome’ meeting, Rachel attempted
to calm her nerves. She debated long and hard whether she should make herself
known to Joe Mason prior to the meeting but figured he couldn’t do much to her
in a room full of people, and a small part of her still held out hope that he
wouldn’t recognise her. After all, dressed for business in killer Armani with
her hair in a neat bun, was a complete contrast to how she looked in the gym.

Butterflies fluttered in her tummy
as the clock crept around to 10am. Angela rapped sharply on her door.

“It’s time to go Rachel. Wait; are
you nervous?” Angela stood with both hands on her hips studying Rachel
carefully.

“God Angela, I’m a wreck. I really
need Joe to approve on the Genesis project. I Googled him and it seems like
he’s a man that usually gets his way.”

“Hmmm, and the fact that he’s a 6
foot plus, hunkalicious Yank, has nothing to do with it?” Angela’s eyes
narrowed. “Anyway – I’m sure you’ll find a way to convince him to let you
move forward with Genesis. Your legs look amazing in those heels by the way,
and that dress fits like a wet dream. Honey; use what God gave you if it
works!”

Rachel laughed and the knot of
tension in her shoulders eased a little. “Angela; you are a gem. Come on then
– lead me to my fate.” She shrugged on her jacket; rolled her shoulders;
added a touch more lip-gloss and followed Angela down the hall to the
boardroom.

Some of the senior executive team
were blocking up the doorway and Rachel lingered behind them. She figured that
they could shield her from Joe’s direct eye line and she could study the man in
action before he spotted her. Angela made sure Rachel hadn’t bolted before she
winked at her and blew a kiss in her direction and swayed off back to Reception
with a big smile on her face.

“Rachel, my dear.” Benjamin Pierce
moved through the crowd to greet her. “You’re looking marvellous today. Working
obviously suits you.” Rachel hung back making Ben come to her; she had glimpsed
Joe at the head of the table and her insides were flipping around preventing
all coherent thought let alone conversation. The man was absolutely devastating
and Rachel felt winded by the severity of her physical reaction towards him. Having
seen him in lycra and then in next to nothing she was more than familiar with
his incredible physique, but the way he wore a suit was simply ridiculous. It
had to be bespoke – there was no way an off the rack would fit properly.
And it was three pieces. Who the hell wore a waistcoat anymore – that was
just too over the top. She could just make out a check to the dark grey
material offset perfectly by a crisp white shirt and grey tie to match. The
jacket was done up over his broad chest and shoulders but the perfect fit only
highlighted the muscles underneath. It was indeed a power suit and Rachel had
no doubt he had worn it for impact and right now that impact was hitting her
between the legs in a delicious pool of heat.

“For the love of god, not now!” Rachel
cursed herself. Ben’s head whipped up in surprise at her outburst. “Oh gosh not
you Ben; I’m so sorry. A lot on my mind.” She touched Ben on the arm to
reassure him and he smiled in understanding, “This mustn’t be easy for you
seeing someone take Nate’s place. But he would be so proud of you for carrying
on his work. It was his dream, as you know. Joe will come around, I’m sure.”