Abrade - [Charles Leclerc] A Sequel To Corrode

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WARNINGS: This chapter contains 18+ content (smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (I mean, they've been married for like forever)).  

          "It's good to see you, Joanne," Pierre smiled as he leaned down to kiss her cheek, his hand squeezing her shoulder. "Likewise, Pierre. We miss you around," Joanne said, looking up at the handsome Frenchman, who had his other hand wrapped around the smaller hand of his wife. "We don't see each other enough, Joanne," Francisca said, moving to embrace the woman. "Especially not now our kids are dating," Joanne laughed, making Pierre raise his eyebrows with a smile, looking over at Charles. "Don't start," she warned, making the duo laugh again. Antoine had found Teresa already, and the two sat down on the sofa on the sundeck, looking out over the water. The yacht was docked in the marina, and it would stay there during the party of the Leclercs. "We have brought a gift too, I will place it with the others," Francisca mentioned with a smile, carrying a bag with the gift. "Yes, of course," Joanne said. The pair moved away to get some drinks at the bar. At the same time, Francesca entered, Antonio on her side. "I was just thinking about the last time we met, and I couldn't remember," Francesca complained while wrapping her arms around her best friend. "It was two weeks ago, but sure," Joanne laughed.

"Your husband keeps you way too busy," Francesca replied, one of her eyes dropping in a wink. "I wish he did," she joked. "I heard that!" Charles' arm curled around her to pull her into his side. "Good to see you, Antonio," Charles said, shaking hands with the tall Italian. "Like the others, we also have a gift," Antonio said, lifting it up. "The best gift of all," Francesca added. "Thank you," Joanne smiled. "Mate, what the fuck are you wearing?" Liam's voice cut through the noise of the chatter as Lucas Verstappen stepped on board, his shoes tucked under his arm, a pair of green sunglasses covering his eyes and he wore the ugliest dress-up shirt they had ever seen, the print existing of Heineken beer bottles. "At some point, you stop telling your kids what they should and shouldn't wear, we have reached that point a long time ago," Max Verstappen speaks up with a sigh, nevertheless his eyes sparkle, and he smiles, and his hand reaches out for Charles. "We hear you," Charles chuckles, shaking Max' hand. Kelly follows with a bright smile, kissing Charles' cheek and then embracing Joanne. "All I hear is about them spending time in the gym together. Is that what we did when we were twenty?" Max spoke up again, meaning their sons.

"No, we had crews to run, mate," Charles grinned. "Congratulations on the anniversary, guys," Kelly smiles. The other Verstappen greeted Joanne and Charles as well before they quickly found Jules and the quartet was complete. Carlos and Isa were the last ones to join, and then all the guests have arrived. Joanne and Charles split up to greet everyone, as some of Joanne's friends were there as well. Music was playing in the background and the staff walked around with plates of food, making sure all the guests were provided with everything they needed. While Joanne liked the party, it all became very exhausting after a couple of hours. It was way past midnight, Teresa had already made her way back to their villa. Without Antoine, Charles made sure of that. Max and Kelly just left, and their son, including Mathieu Gasly joined Liam and Jules to go out to some party. Pierre and Francisca were about to leave, and then Joanne and Charles were left alone. Joanne cleaned up just a few things that she could grab at the moment, but she felt the arms of her husband around her waist soon enough. "We have staff for that, mon amour," Charles hummed, pressing his lips to her neck. "I know, I know," she chuckled, turning around in his embrace. "I think it was a very nice night," Joanne said, her arms wrapping around his neck while his hands spread over her lower back.

"Yeah, it was nice," Charles agreed, bringing her closer. Joanne rested her head on his chest, feeling his warmth embracing her. The bridge deck of the yacht looked out over the marina, the night was bright and beautiful. Charles swayed back and forth with her, making her smile against his chest. "We can spend the night here, on the yacht," Charles suggested then. "We can do that," Joanne agreed. "Teresa's inside, the house is guarded," he added. Joanne nodded with a smile. "The boys won't be back until this morning," Charles continued, giving her a smile as well, as her hands smoothed out his button-up, a necklace was draped around his neck, and she could feel the cool gold of his rings pressing into her back when he shifted his hands to her waist. "Are you being suggestive?" Joanne asked, making him grin a little. "You'll find out," he said, bending slightly through his knees to wrap his arm under her knees and lift her up in bridal style. Joanne laughed, her arm around his shoulders as he carried her downstairs and into the master cabin. Charles pushed the door open and walked her over to the bed. He closed the door behind them, and they stumbled into the bed like two teenagers in love. "You've been looking so gorgeous all day, baby," he complimented her, kissing her lips tenderly.