Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) Read Online Free PDF

activity of
late, even if she didn’t admit it to herself yet. He felt they’d really made a
connection the other night chatting in the kitchen and he didn’t think he could
walk around with a permanent hard on for her much longer – it was time to
ramp things up a notch and turn on the Vincent charm. Brushing a hand through
his hair to keep his fringe off his face, Luc did up the button of his suit
jacket and in his usual lazy swagger, strolled in the direction of the shop
floor.

 
    “Rachel’ called Luc softly as he
stood in the doorway to the fitting room, “how do I look?”

 
    Judging by the expression on her
face, Luc knew he’d created the desired effect. Rachel’s eyes were wide as
saucers as she looked him up and down. His facial features were devastating
without the fringe that usually partially hid them. Luc had cheekbones to die
for and sexy stubble that outlined his square chin and full mouth.  

 
    Rachel had chosen a navy blue
suit. The jacket was a one button slim fit cut that hugged his torso perfectly
without stretching the fabric out of place. As he moved towards her Rachel
could see his muscles moving under the jacket tantalisingly. He’d kept on his
white T but Rachel had already picked out a shirt for him to wear to the actual
lunch. The suit trousers were narrow and flat fronted right now displaying the
very reason he was making her mouth water. Rachel’s eyes drank in the way the
material caressed his long legs tightening around his thighs and the outline of
his groin.

 
    “Holy shit, the boy has a hard
on!” Rachel’s thoughts were wild and she mentally high fived herself on having
made an excellent choice. She was rewarded with the breath taking vision of the
boy man god looking like he belonged on the cover of GQ magazine. Heat pooled
in her panties as he sauntered to a stop a little too close to be decent
bringing his delectable looking crotch in line Rachel’s face. Her hands flew up
instinctively to her face shielding her heated cheeks but doing nothing to calm
the storm between her legs.

 
    “D’you think it fits alright?” Luc
asked innocently undoing the jacket and stepping back putting himself on full
display.

 
    Lowering her hands and clearing
her throat, Rachel nodded her assent and waved him back into the fitting room.

 
    “Yes, yes, that will do…” she
confirmed in a shaky voice.

 
    “Fuck me!” she cursed quietly as
his back view stole all remaining coherent thought. He’d put his hands in the
pockets of the trousers causing the back of the jacket to splay open revealing
the most perfect arse she’d ever seen in a suit. Long powerful legs took her
away from him as he strode back into the dark recesses of the cubicle to change
back into his clothes and she just had time to catch the stretch of the fabric
over his wide shoulders as he disappeared.

 
    Rachel actually whimpered as she
shifted in her chair to try and ease the persistent throb at the apex of her
thighs. This boy was certainly making his presence felt; wheedling his way into
her family and making her needy in all the wrong ways.   Rachel felt like she was on the road to
recovery but worried her feelings about Luc were foolish and selfish and
ultimately unfaithful to the memory of her dead husband.

 
    Perhaps she could rationalise it
by believing it was a purely physical response to Luc’s blatant masculine
gorgeousness – he was so handsome and easy on the eye and Rachel wasn’t
blind after all. Part of her wondered if he was aware of how he made her feel
and judging by his fairly obvious excitement just now; she suspected he’d been
harbouring a secret attraction to her.   But it was a moot point nevertheless; a reckless affair with her
daughters’ best friend was laughable. That sort of thing didn’t really happen
and the thought that she was even entertaining the idea was laughable.

 
    Rachel pondered on this as she
paid the bill for his new suit, matching