Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (37 page)

Joe Mason was the most attractive
man Rachel had ever seen and he had just kissed her mouth and now he wanted to
go down on her. She was having a hard time taking it all in. She was perplexed
how a man who could have any woman he desired was fixating on her. It made her
a little suspicious of his intentions and she wondered if this was just another
of his tactics to get her out of Gyles Bishop. But that kiss was electrifying
– she was the horniest she ever been. Rachel had never experienced anything
like it before; not with Nate and not with Luc. It didn’t feel like he was
faking; Joe was clever with his tongue; he’d taken his time, and she could
easily have come on the spot if he’d carried on. Maybe it was his size; or the
power that exuded from his every pore; or his sexy face and divine scent, but
he seriously did it for her.

“Well?” Rachel’s thoughts were
interrupted with a one-word question from the man himself.

“Let’s just head back to work.
Please, Joe.” Rachel was scared she wouldn’t be able to resist him and that
would be so wrong on so many levels. She moaned with regret; she was sure that
fucking Joe would have been a rapturous experience.

“Fine.”

Rachel was surprised and a tiny
bit peeved that he had acquiesced so easily, but she hadn’t anticipated his
next statement.

“We’ll go out later instead.”

Rachel huffed. “I don’t think it’s
a good idea. You’re my boss; I’m not your type; oh, and you hate me.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “In fact I
have a great idea – let’s go to the gym after work.”

“Oh my god you are the most
infuriating man – you haven’t heard a word I’ve said!”

“Hmm – we’re here. I need to
go park the car; jump out and I’ll see you later.” Joe held her gaze for longer
than was necessary his grey eyes sparkling with untold promise. Rachel opened
the door to do as she was told but Joe leaned across her slamming it back
closed.

“On second thoughts, you’re coming
with me.” He rested his left hand on her thigh as he deftly manoeuvred the
Range Rover into the underground car park beneath their office building. Rachel
was rigid in her seat unprepared for Joe’s next move. Parking in his designated
spot, Joe unbuckled his seat belt and twisted his body to Rachel. Cupping her
chin in his hand he turned her face towards his.

“I don’t hate you.” And then he
was kissing her again. Hard.

Rachel literally melted in her
seat. He wasn’t touching her except with his lips and yet her entire body was
lit up like a rocket. His tongue was slowly fucking her mouth and his growls of
pleasure vibrated right down to her soaking wet pussy. Rachel squirmed in her
seat trying to alleviate some of the pressure between her legs but still he
didn’t touch her. Her nipples were rock hard inside her bra and her breasts
ached to be stroked.

“Joe,” she gasped. ‘I can’t
breathe!” She pushed both hands against his chest. Joe pulled back, his stare
as intense as it ever was. His eyes had darkened to steely graphite and his
lips were wet. Rachel ran her thumb across his bottom lip and then brushed her
fingers through his beard. Joe closed his eyes; his long thick lashes almost
brushing his cheeks.

“Bloody hell – I’d kill for
eyelashes like yours.” His eyes flew open and a frown appeared on his rather
spectacular forehead where his dark hair parted.

“And that’s all you have to say?”
Joe caressed her cheek with the outside of his fingers, but Rachel grabbed his
hand and placed it on the console between them.

“For now. See you later boss” she
called over her shoulder as she slid from her seat down to the ground. Her
departing glimpse was of Joe with his head resting on the back of his seat
staring out the windscreen at the wall gripping the steering wheel rather more
tightly than was necessary in a stationery vehicle.

**********

The afternoon dragged slowly but
Rachel was reluctant for the end of the day to arrive too quickly. She had no
clue as to the reason Joe thought another trip to the gym would be a good idea
considering the last two times they were there together had ended in disaster.
But she suspected he had more than just a run planned. She had to admit she was
quite keen to see him in his work out attire and was hoping there would be
lycra on some part of his body for her to drool over.

6pm on the dot there was a light
tap on her door, and without waiting for a response, Joe entered her office.

“Ready” he smiled at her. Uh oh,
Joe was being too nice; he was definitely up to something.

“Hmm, just finishing up here,
won’t be a minute.” She didn’t even look up from her computer and she could
feel the irritation rolling off him in waves. She was a bit crazy winding Joe
Mason up on purpose, but she couldn’t resist pushing a few of his buttons.

From the corner of her eye she
caught a swift blur of movement as Joe reached down to the wall by the side of her
desk and unplugged her PC.

“Now you’re ready.” Joe stood
facing her with his hands in his trouser pockets and a smug grin on his face.
Rachel scowled at him and chucked a ball of elastic bands at his head, which he
deftly caught, and placed back on her desk with a huff.

“Nice reflexes.” She huffed
sarcastically.

“Football quarter back.”

“Walking cliché.”

Joe groaned and took a step
forward.

“Ok, ok, I’m coming.” Rachel
grabbed her handbag and sports holdall from under her desk and joined Joe. He took
her sports bag from her; held the door open and motioned for her to lead the
way.

It was Friday night and pretty
much everyone had left for the weekend. The office was eerily quiet but Rachel
was a bit relieved no one was around as it might have been hard to explain why
she was leaving with Joe. “Oh my god, I’m leaving with Joe!” She couldn’t deny
she was a tiny bit excited and if the butterflies in her tummy were anything to
go by, nervous too.

**********

Rachel was quite jazzed for a run
now she was actually here. She thought it was a bit empty even for a Friday
evening but supposed people just wanted to get home for the weekend. Joe was
already on the treadmill and she took a moment at the door to appreciate his
magnificent form unnoticed. He was wearing a grey cotton vest and black running
shorts. The vest showcased his amazing upper body already coated in a sheen of
sweat. His arse in the shorts was mouth wateringly hot and his sturdy thighs,
powerful under the tight lycra. Rachel’s whole body tingled in response to the
visual feast that was Joe Mason. He had the physique of a warrior and the
tautness of a man ten years younger. He’d referred to being a football player
and she supposed he was quite formidable on the pitch especially in all that monstrous
gear American players had to wear.

Joe could sense Rachel the minute
she’d entered the room. He had already established a steady pace but keeping
focused was proving to be extremely difficult once she’d hopped on the machine
to his right. Like him she favoured lycra bottoms; hers were skin tight
leggings in black that hugged her luscious curves perfectly. She wore a pink
tight cotton t-shirt that left little to the imagination especially when she
started bobbing up and down getting into her stride.

“This is nice.” Rachel commented,
hoping to break the ice a little bit. Her voice was a little puffy from the
exertion of her pace.

“I don’t usually chat when I’m
running,” Joe replied not sounding breathless in the least. He then proceeded
to increase his speed.

“Show off” Rachel murmured,
speeding up her own machine. Joe glanced at her and one side of his mouth
twitched in amusement, but he didn’t say anything.

Twenty minutes later, Rachel was
in serious trouble. She’d reached her limit but Joe was effortlessly pounding
away beside her. She didn’t want to give in and appear weak but she knew she
couldn’t continue for much longer. To be honest it was getting a bit boring now
and she wondered why Joe had insisted on coming to the gym together if all he
was going to do was ignore her. Well, maybe he needed distracting. Grabbing her
small towel from the handlebars of her treadmill, Rachel wiped her face, then
the back of her neck thrusting her boobs out a little, then between her
cleavage.

“Stop that” Joe’s deep voice,
decidedly a little breathy now, commanded from the side of her.

“Why, Joe, I don’t know what you
mean” Rachel panted back at him.

Joe adjusted the controls of his
treadmill so he slowed right down, then stopped. He watched her for a moment
looking anything but amused, then started stretching off. Rachel’s step
faltered as she took in the sight of his muscles bulging as he worked himself
down from his run. He was actually breath taking and totally distracting and
Rachel realised he was throwing her tactics back in her face. It worked because
she stumbled again and went flying off the back of the treadmill at quite a
speed. Luckily for her, Joe’s quarterback reflexes kicked in and she landed in
his strong arms instead of arse over tit as she feared.

“Oh gosh, thanks but euww, you’re
a bit sweaty Joe,” Rachel complained.

“Firstly, you’re welcome
considering the last time you left me to fall flat on my ass.”

“Arse”

“Whatever. And secondly, I’d say
not nearly sweaty enough.”

“What?”

“I think it’s time to hit the
steam room, don’t you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed. Go get changed and
I’ll meet you in there.” He actually splayed his hand across her bum and pushed
her towards the door. Rachel was speechless and totally turned on at the
prospect of hopefully seeing Joe in just a towel.

The steam room featured big in
Rachel’s memories, dreams and most recent fantasies. The prospect of them
becoming a reality was daunting but thrilling. Joe was clearly interested in
her and she was flattered, but she also lusted after him badly and at this
stage in her life was ready to take what she wanted. No longer bound by
marriage; restraints of motherhood, or inexperience, Rachel was determined to
live life to the full and this included getting sweaty with Joe.

Approaching the steam room with
her fluffy white towel covering her modesty, Rachel observed the gym was empty
of other members. Even the reception area was dark and devoid of activity and
it dawned on her that they were more than likely the only ones still here.
Rachel shuddered at the prospect of being all alone with Joe. Taking a deep
breath she pushed open the door to the steam room and was once again engulfed
in heavenly heat. The lights were low and soft mood music filtered through the
sound system.

“Rachel” Joe’s voice welcomed her
and as the air cleared she could see the shape of him sprawled along the back
marble bench seat. “Come join me.”

Making her way unhurriedly towards
him through the steamy fog, Joe’s pulse quickened at the sight of her.
 
Rachel looked like a Grecian goddess
with her hair in a high messy pony and a small white towel wrapped round her
tits reaching the top of her thighs. He was praying to god that she was naked
underneath or he was going to be sorely disappointed. He was having a hard time
reading Rachel; one minute she was pushing him away and the next flirty and
sassy. Well, soon he’d find out because there was no fucking way they were
going to be nearly naked in a steam room without something rude happening.

“Hi” Rachel greeted him unable to
formulate anything more cohesive as the reality of Flesh and Blood Joe was a
million times more devastating than the Joe of her dreams. She had to make this
happen or she’d regret it every single day she had to see him from now on.
“Carpe Diem, Rachel,” she silently encouraged as she dropped her towel.

“Holy shit” hissed Joe. Now he
definitely knew she was interested in him that was for sure. Reaching forward,
Joe grabbed Rachel’s wrists and pulled her on to his lap. He clamped his mouth
down on hers relishing the feel of her soft pouty lips. Her tongue flicked out
to meet his and he groaned and hardened simultaneously. Rachel’s hands moved from
gripping his massive shoulders to fisting in his hair pulling him in closer,
deepening their kiss. Joe was lost in sensation and teetering on the edge of
control.