Rachel shooed him away admiring the view of his still tight arse filling out his jeans in the most delectable way; clearly a little stretched due to the impressive bulge in the front thanks to their make out session. Stopping to adjust himself before going back inside, Joe threw her a wicked smirk and she chuckled. Still so Goddamn sexy. Pausing before she returned to the madness of Christmas Day at the Mason’s, Rachel had the strangest sensation she was not alone. Closing her eyes she was one hundred per cent certain that her first husband Nate was with her. She could feel his presence and instead of it freaking her out she was comforted by it.
“I love you Nate. I hope you can see how happy we all are.” Rachel’s skin prickled and all the hairs on her arms raised as a warm flow of air washed over her and the old familiar scent of her first husband filled her senses; then just as quickly it was gone. Smiling, Rachel sighed and closing the door of the garage quietly, entered the house that had come to symbolise all that was wonderful in her life.
Standing in the kitchen, hidden to the rest of the house, was Luc Vincent, Rachel’s son-in-law and one time BoyManGod. “Hide and seek” he whispered and grinned unleashing the dimples. Rachel’s mouth made an ‘oh’ and she gestured zipping her lips then she busiest herself checking the turkey. The waitresses were handing out plates and tending to drinks and Rachel and Luc were alone.
“Ten years, Rach.” Luc whispered. Rachel nodded immediately understanding to what he was referring. Their brief affair back then had restored Rachel back to life and it was hot and dirty and amazing. Nothing compared to what she had with Joe, but Luc was an extremely attractive man then and even more so now.
“Indeed Luc. I haven’t forgotten.”
“Nor I. Nor will I ever, Mrs R.” Rachel smiled at the nickname; she’d hated it then but it was no odds to her now.
“I’ll always be grateful to you baby boy – you literally saved my life.”
“I look on it as your prep time for Joe.” He ambled towards her, his long jeans clad legs making short distance of the space between them. “He should be the one thanking me.” Rachel gasped out loud and then giggled. “Shit!” cried Luc. “He’s behind me isn’t he?” Rachel nodded slowly and Luc winked at her then grabbed her tight and proceeded to blow raspberries against her neck making her wriggle in his arms and squeal at the teasing.
“Jesus do you ever have a death wish!” Joe yelled and made a grab for the younger man, but Luc broke away quickly enough to evade Joe’s reach and scarpered out the door. “I’m coming for you boy!” Joe turned to hunt his prey but before he could leave Rachel had jumped on his back and was sucking at his neck where she knew he was most sensitive. “Oh God; I just got rid of my hard on from before and now look what you’ve gone and done.” Joe turned to the waitresses who had returned from the dining room. “Serve lunch without us ladies please.” Then he threw his arms behind him under Rachel’s arse and marched them off upstairs to their room.
“Joe – you can’t just leave!” Rachel sounded exasperated.
“I can do what I like. It’s my house.” Joe dropped Rachel on their bed.
“Oh hello Arrogant Joe – I wondered where you’d been all day.”
“Right here with you baby. Always. Now get your panties off.”
“Knickers.”
Joe snorted at the correction then pounced on his grinning wife.
The End.
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RACHEL & JOE DO VALENTINE’S
CHAPTER 1
Rachel was standing in her kitchen with one hip leaning against the counter top. In one hand was a hot and much craved cup of strong black coffee and in the other hand her telephone that she held to her ear listening intently to her friend Karen’s plans for Valentine’s Day the following week.
“I’ve booked a hotel in town with an in-room couples massage package.” Karen sounded excited and it made Rachel smile. She loved to think of her friends Karen and Rory still so happy after so many years of marriage. “Oh my god, Rach – I went to this on-line store and ordered a whole load of new toys to take with. You should see this…”
“Hold up Karen!” Rachel shouted in to the handset. “I really don’t need to know what you’ll be subjecting your poor husband to and vice versa – the visuals are already disturbing.” Karen shrieked in response and immediately began to assault Rachel’s ears with wildly descriptive scenarios she had planned. Karen was extremely bold sexually and not shy about sharing. “Putting the phone down now….love you….bye…” Rachel laughed as she heard Karen utter an entirely inappropriate response and then the click that signalled the call was ended which made her sigh in relief. Since Joe Mason had been in her life, Rachel was hardly in a position to be jealous of her best friend; the man was insatiable as well as being impressively creative and their sex life was off the charts hot. Now that he’d moved himself in to her house, Rachel never knew when or where he’d make a move and she had learnt to be prepared at all times. They’d done it in every room in the house like Joe had to mark his territory and the memory of what went he’d done to her in Luc’s old room never failed to stir her even now. She blushed at the thought. Dirty Joe.
Rachel topped up her coffee and went to sit at the kitchen table. Every now and again she had flashbacks to her affair with Luc Vincent that made her tummy flip and her senses reel. It also left her feeling guilty even though that was all finished with long before Joe came along – well not that long, but long enough. Well, not really long enough if you asked Joe but anyway, Rachel was getting off track with her thoughts and cast all visions of the BoyManGod to the back of her mind and replaced it with a mental image of a brooding hulk of a man that was currently occupying every facet of her life. Happily so for the both of them. But Valentine’s Day loomed and it was their first one as a couple and Rachel knew it was just a silly day but she wanted it to be so special. She chewed on her bottom lip as an idea began to take shape, but she’d need some help. Picking up the phone once more she dialled a number.
“Angela? It’s Rachel – I need your help.”
“Let me guess.” The velvet rich voice of her husband’s PA teased. “Someone just realised it was Valentine’s Day next week.”
“Oh my god – how do you do that? It’s like you read my mind!”
Angela chuckled. “Because, Rachel darling, you only ever request my assistance when it has something to do with my one and only master; your boss and current fuckbuddy.”
“Well thank you for pointing that out so eloquently, but it happens you’re right. I have to make this year’s Valentine’s Day the best one Joe ever had.”
Angela snorted. “Well that won’t be difficult he told me he never celebrated it before.”
“Whaaaat?” Rachel gasped into the handset.
“Yup – thinks it’s a load of rubbish promoted by the retail and hospitality industries just to get people to spend their money.” Angela sighed.
“Oh that’s bloody typical. What an arse.”
“Oh yeah – and it’s a mighty fine one if you don’t mind me saying. My favourite part of the day is when Joe takes his jacket off.”
Rachel giggled. “Oh my god don’t you just love the way his suit trousers pull tight over his backside. Makes my mouth water.”
A deep and loud clearing of a throat interrupted Rachel and she nearly dropped the phone with shock. Leaning against the architrave at the entrance to her kitchen was the man himself. Clad only in a pair of loose fitting lounge pants with his thick arms crossed over his massive bare chest, Joe narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend.
“Care to share?”
Rachel shook her head chewing on her bottom lip furiously. Then she remembe
red Angela who was crying with laughter on the other end of the phone. “Umm need to call you back.” She whispered and quickly cut the connection.
“Talking ‘bout me Rachel?” Joe cocked his head at her.
“No.” She blushed and mentally cursed her traitorous body. One thick, black eyebrow raised itself at her and Rachel crumbled under her boss’ intense scrutiny. No wonder he was so bloody successful in court. Joe took a step towards her and placed his palms flat on the wooden table.
“Hmm. I suspect you were Mrs Renton. Did I hear the word ass?”
“Arse.”
“Ass; arse – whatever.” Joe rolled his eyes. He was still getting used to Rachel correcting his American English.
“Oh don’t get your knickers in a twist Bossman. I was having a private conversation with a friend – don’t be so nosey.” Rachel took a big gulp of coffee and used the time to gather her wits. She was determined to change Joe’s mind about Valentine’s and Angela was going to help her to make it a great surprise. Joe scowled then grabbed her mug finishing her coffee. “Hey get your own you coffee thief!”
Joe grunted. “Yours always tastes better. Any chance of breakfast?” He plonked his big frame into the bench along the back of the kitchen table and picked up the Times, immediately turning to the business pages.
“What did your last slave die of?”
Joe didn’t even bother looking up from the paper. “Neglect.” The smirk on his face was the last straw and Rachel threw a magazine at him hitting him squarely on the forehead.”
“Fuck! What did you do that for?” Joe rubbed his head and picked the magazine up off the floor.
“Because you are an arrogant chauvinistic pig.” Rachel spat the words out and proceeded to storm off in a huff that was slightly foiled by a pair of ridiculously strong arms that caught her around the waist and hoisted her on to a more than accommodating lap. It didn’t escape her notice that there would have been more room if it weren’t for Joe’s obvious arousal getting in the way. “Jesus fuck, Joe – seriously?” Rachel huffed with frustration. The man made her so mad and turned her on all at the same time – she didn’t know if she was literally coming or going. The bounce of his shoulders and the rumble in his chest preceded a loud roar of laughter that set her teeth on edge. “Bastard.” Rachel tugged hard on Joe’s beard then kissed him full on the lips. Breaking away before he had the chance to deepen the kiss, she leaned her forehead against his. “Why do you have to wind me up so much?”
“Because I can.”
“Nice.”
“Because you look so sexy all riled up and feisty.” Joe licked Rachel’s nose. “Because it turns me on.” Joe bucked his hips for emphasis and his fat cock bumped against her. “Because it turns you on.” He brushed the back of his hand across Rachel’s left nipple then her right and both hardened in response. Joe stood them up and Rachel slid her arms around her lover’s neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. His big hands cupped her bum supporting her nicely and then he took them back to bed because it was Saturday and he could. Rachel grinned as they snuggled together. There really wasn’t anything better than a weekend in bed with Horny Joe.
CHAPTER 2
On Monday, Joe had a case he had to go to court for which meant he was out of the office for a good few hours, leaving Rachel and Angela with plenty of time to plot. Rachel sat at her desk in Nate’s big old leather chair with her legs tucked under her. Her shoes were lying on the floor under her desk and she was trying to remember some of the things her husband had done in past years to make their Valentine’s Day special. Rachel indulged in some fond memories of Nate and sighed – she still missed him so much even though she was totally head over heels for Joe, and didn’t really think she’d ever get over his death completely.
Angela entered Rachel’s office in a cloud of perfume and personality and clicked the door shut behind her. She handed Rachel a bag from Starbucks with her favourite coffee and skinny muffin. “Thank you my love. Sit down won’t you?” Rachel gestured to her couch and Angela lowered her elegant self into it.
“God I love this couch.” She kicked off her shoes and twisted her body around so she was lying across it sideways. “Have you and Joe ever?” She waved a finger over the cushions.
“As if I’d ever tell you.”
“Oh my god that means yes!”
“It means I’ll never tell. Angela, honestly the things you ask, you’re as bad as Karen!” Rachel took a bite of her muffin and crumbs went everywhere. Brushing them up she chuckled at Angela’s expression. “You need to find your own man and stop living your life vicariously through me!”
“Who says I haven’t got my own man?” Angela winked. “I like to hold my options open is all.”
“I dread to think… anyway – please, please help me plan something so spectacular that Joe will change his mind about Valentine’s Day. I know it’s kitsch but I love it and now I’m with Joe I want him to enjoy it. So what shall I do?” The ladies chatted over a few options but none of them really grabbed Rachel as something that would appeal to her cynical boyfriend. It took a hell of a lot to change Joe’s opinion on anything let alone something as superficial as this. Unless there was sex involved she very much doubted he’d even pay attention! “Sex. It has to involve sex.”
Angela snorted. “Well being the day for lovers I would hope so Rach. Else what’s the point darling?”
“No – the theme not just the act!”
“Don’t suppose you can pole dance?”
“Oh my god there’s no way I’d ever be fit enough. But wait! I can lap dance!” Rachel jumped up from her desk. “I bet there’s something on YouTube I can copy.” Rachel started hammering at her keyboard when an elegant black hand laid firmly on top of hers bringing a swift halt to her frenetic typing.
“Stop right there Mrs Renton. If you try and get on a site showing lap dancers the IT police will be up here like a shot! And anyway – the Internet is too seedy. You need something classy and sensual not tacky and slutty. Just so happens my cousin has a club in Soho. It’s very exclusive; members only - and the girls there are the most beautiful and talented dancers around. I could take you there if you’re set on doing this.” Rachel started to laugh but stopped short when she saw the deadly serious look on Angela’s face. “These girls are professionals Rach; not whores, so don’t get the wrong idea. My cousin runs a top notch club not a brothel.” Angela stood up and straightened out the non-existent creases in her tight white skirt. Buttoning her navy jacket she stood tall and waited for her friend to respond.
“I wasn’t implying anything of the sort and it sounds like just the sort of place I’m looking for. Take me there?”
“Now?”
“Sure – while Joe’s away the cats can play?” Rachel grinned at Angela; slipped her feet into her heels and her linked arms with her elegant friend.
“Meoww baby.”
CHAPTER 3
“Ry did I wake you?”
“Nah Joe I’m always up at the ass crack of dawn waiting for your call man.” Ryan Marshall rubbed his eyes and groaned at the clock. Joe was in London, which was five long hours ahead of New York, and he guessed Joe would be having lunch soon when Ryan hadn’t even got as far as breakfast. “What’s up big man?”
Joe sighed. Ryan was his best friend and the only person he ever really trusted for an opinion. He missed him like crazy and wished things could have been different so they didn’t have to live so far apart. “It’s Valentine’s Day in a couple of weeks.”
“It certainly is. And this concerns you why?” Ryan couldn’t recall Joe ever having shown an iota of interest in the day. “Shit this about your new chick isn’t it? Rachel?”
“Chick? What are we eighteen? Fuck off.” Joe didn’t appreciate Ryan referring to Rachel like that, Not at all.
“Whoa – sorry Joe. My bad….anyway I’m guessing you finally want to join the rest of the human race and get in the spirit of the day. “ Ryan was shocked to the core
at this turnabout in his friend but he was also incredibly happy that Joe had finally found someone worth doing it for, if not a little envious.
“I couldn’t think of anything worse but I happen to know this is your most favourite holiday. You practically piss red hearts at this time of year, so tell me what you’re doing.” Joe thought it might inspire his mood.
“Clubbing of course. There’s a party at my favourite place called ‘Cupid’s Big Balls’ and everyone has to go dressed up. It’s the height of tackiness sweetie and so not for your refined ass.” Joe grunted and Ryan laughed again. “But hey – why not stick with the classic fail safe: champagne, fine dining, diamonds and sex? Just find somewhere classy to do it in.”
“And this is why I don’t do this Valentine shit. It’s too cliché and crass for me. As much as I love Rachel, she’s gonna have a hard job convincing me it’s any more special than any other day.”
Ryan sighed. “You, Joe Mason, are a moron.”
CHAPTER 4
Rachel and Joe were getting ready to go out. It was the night before Valentine’s Day and Joe wasn’t really in the mood but Rachel insisted. They were going to a party at a private members club in Soho; something to do with one of Angela’s cousins and Rachel had promised to drag Joe along in the hopes his presence would give the club’s profile a boost with the rich and infamous. It was in its fledgling stages, Rachel explained to him on the way and as a favour to Angela it was the least he could do. Joe wasn’t really listening to her properly as he navigated his Veyron through the streets of London distracted as he was by the excess of flesh on display and the incredible way she smelled. Rachel had dressed up for the occasion and for a dress that had obviously cost her a fortune there wasn’t very much of it. It was red naturally, as the theme of the evening was Valentine’s, and silky and the delicate fabric draped over her spectacular tits in the most appealing manner revealing a cleavage just this side of decent. The hem fell mid-thigh and her legs went on forever and of course her feet were tucked neatly into a pair of sky-high black heels. Joe shifted in his seat willing his cock to soften. Driving the sleek sports car was challenging enough considering the span of his shoulders and his height but trying to accommodate a raging hard on in the confined space was proving difficult.
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