Rachel McAdams Collection

Bossy

Author's Note:

Today is the birthday of the sweetest and most precious/adorable woman on the whole planet. Happy birthday Rachel, I wish you the best my love.

So this shot is dedicated to my wifey's birthday. Enjoy reading!

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Y/N'S POV

Rachel looked up from her book as I stepped inside our townhouse and took off my boots, but she didn't put it down.

My beautiful woman wore a deep plum scuba dress, cut low and slit high, and probably designed by someone whose name she thought I should know. Dark hose encased her long shapely legs. I kinda wanted to drop to my knees and lick the nylons, but her frown stopped any horseplay.

Her hair was neatly placed behind her ears. She tucks it there because she takes her glasses off when she reads.

"You're up late." I greeted her as I leaned over and kissed her hello. That got me a small smile as she turned her cheek to accept my kiss. 

I got a whiff of the Channel Rachel'd worn to work and brushed innocently against her friendly bosoms briefly.

"Engrossing read," she answered and wrinkled her nose. "You smell of smoke and barflies."

"You know you love it, baby." I grinned and winked at her in mock chauvinism.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and stared me down. 

I love that she can do that.

"Some of the guys lit up cigarettes after the Thunderbirds won," I half-apologized. 

All the while knowing that I would have probably had a cigarette too, had Brian been passing out a better quality stogie. 

"But not me. And nothing to drink for me either."

"You better not have drank, Y/N. You drove for Pete's sake!" She kept her place in her book with her thumb, but set it down on her lovely lap and smiled fondly at me. "Still, you need a shower."

Rachel's eyes sparkled and her teeth gleamed as she calmly reinforced her rather stringent standard of hygiene on me. Her glossy dark red nails gleamed too. She tapped them rapidly and impatiently against the arm of our gray suede couch. And stared me down again.

My pussy tightens involuntarily every time she does that.

My hesitation and accompanying thrill was short lived. Since I've become pretty enamored of both her and sharing a bed with her, I capitulated readily with minimum natural rebelliousness.

Plus, I did need a shower.

I tossed my head and walked to the laundry room to drop my offending clothes in the washer before heading through the living room in front of her and upstairs to the bathroom.

Rachel set down her book again to check me out as I walked back through the living room in the buff.

Yeah, I'm hot.

I turned on the shower and brushed my teeth while waiting for the icy water from the old taps to come up to temperature. In short order, I sudsed up with some apricot bodywash, quickly shaved, and carefully washed all the smoke out of my messy hair. Then I shook like a dog, dried off thoroughly, and tossed the used towel in the clothes basket.