Maybe It's Better This Way

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Obviously this isn't exactly smutty because of MIBTW's rating but I did extend things a little bit just to drive you mad hehe!

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Chapter 29: Three Times Lucky

And then there were the times she spent with Sandy. Her new arrangement and the flexibility of him having his own practice meant there were far more opportunities for moments, stolen or otherwise. It added to the excitement if they knew they had a client meeting in an hour or they'd scratched their agenda for the afternoon. There had been one sultry, lazy evening in the hot tub when the boys were out, a few surprise visits to their respective offices, and most memorably, a crazy afternoon involving the deserted headland of a new residential development and the back of the Range Rover.

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Sandy came home one night to an empty driveway and a silent house. The boys were obviously out and Kirsten appeared to not be home from work yet. He checked the machine but there were no messages saying she'd be late back. Disappointed he tossed his bouquets of flowers onto kitchen counter. There he suddenly noticed Kirsten's cell and a corkscrew; so she was home.

He wandered over to the patio doors and was rewarded with the sight of his wife stretched out poolside, one hand trailing languidly in the water. Returning to the kitchen Sandy quickly shrugged off his suit jacket and stashed both their cell phones in the cutlery drawer (much to everyone's confusion later that evening). Kirsten was wearing a particularly tiny black bikini and he didn't want to be interrupted.

After kicking off his shoes he crept out onto the patio, scooping up some water as he approached Kirsten and flicking it at her. Her eyes flew open as the cool liquid touched her skin but her mouth curved into a smile when she saw him. 'Hey,' she murmured, half greeting, half protest.

'Boys out?' he asked, squatting down beside her.

'Yeah, they took my car; let's hope they don't go to the IMAX.'

Sandy chuckled 'How long for?'

'A while I guess; they're meeting Marissa and Summer,' she said, propping herself up onto her elbows.

He raised his eyebrows and Kirsten replied by grasping his tie and pulling him towards her. They began to kiss and Kirsten directed her attention to his shirt which soon lay redundant on the ground. Drawing back, Sandy glanced at his wife's precarious position, a wicked glint in his eyes. Kirsten was too intent on regaining his lips, which were tantalisingly just out of reach, to notice. He let his fingers skim over her bare skin, watching her tremble at the tender touch. As he reached her waist he gave her a surreptitious nudge which caused her to topple sideways into the pool. She resurfaced spluttering a moment later. 'Sanford Cohen you are going to pay!' she cried standing up in the water, her hands on her hips. Sandy eyed her appreciatively; the water running off her body made her slight tan glisten and that bikini was just begging to be removed. He stripped off his trousers and dived in after her.

The watery romp that followed was better suited to a couple of college kids than a married coupled with high-powered jobs and two teenage sons. Kirsten splashed Sandy; Sandy ducked Kirsten. He threw her; she chased him until he was breathless. Sometimes when he was caught she'd kiss him, other times he'd be bitten instead. Then he would have to fling her into the deeper water and so it began again.

'It'sss cold-d-d,' Kirsten complained when truce had finally been agreed. She chattered her teeth together dramatically.

'Aw honey, that can be easily remedied, Sandy declared, lifting her into his arms and wading across the pool. He deposited his wife in the hot tub, Kirsten pulling him in after her. Before he could remonstrate her mouth was over his and she was running her hands through his wet hair. Sandy reached for the bow of her bikini, tugging it gently while Kirsten drew back slightly to let it fall into the water. He trailed kisses along her collarbone as she struggled with his boxers, continuing down her chest and stomach. Kirsten writhed as he moved lower, deftly untying the briefs with his teeth. 'I can't believe this,' she moaned between kisses.

'Thanks,' Sandy gloated.

'I meant the fact we haven't been interrupted,' Kirsten replied teasingly.

'Mmmhmm,' he said, 'I'm going to forgive that comment because an argument would really spoil the mood.'

Kirsten smiled against his mouth, 'How about I make it up to you?'

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Sandy heard someone approaching the door of his office and glanced up at the clock. It was too early for his 4.20 client and he wasn't expecting anyone else. 'Please don't be Caleb or Julie,' he thought distractedly, very pleasantly surprised to see his wife at the door. 'Here comes trouble,' flashed through his mind as Kirsten sauntered towards him, a mischievous smile playing about her lips.

'Hey baby,' he said as she perched herself on his desk, her skirt hitching up to reveal a length of shapely leg, 'what's up?'

'Nothing.'

'Really?' Sandy raised a doubtful eyebrow, 'You don't come to my office in the middle of the afternoon for nothing.'

Kirsten slid off the desk and moved behind her husband's chair. 'We-e-ll,' she said, bending round to kiss his neck and tug playfully at his earlobe with her teeth, 'I just thought I'd come visit…' The final word was heavily suggestive and Sandy sighed disappointedly, 'I'd love to honey,' he said, groaning as she tracked kisses towards his mouth, 'but I've got Mr Melrose in half an hour.'

Kirsten was on his lap by this time and she fixed puppy-dog eyes on his face, 'We could be quick,' she whispered.

'Thirty minutes is never long enough with you.'

Kirsten couldn't decide whether to pout or smile but did know she wasn't giving up. 'Is,' she argued.

'Is not.'

Kirsten kissed him slowly, 'Please?'

And again, longer this time, 'Please?'

Sandy felt his resolve weakening, 'Well…' he mumbled, kissing her back, 'it's not…urgent…maybe…I could…cancel.'

'Please?'

He reached for the telephone and dialled the client's number. 'Hello? Mr Melrose please…It's his attorney Sandy Cohen…Yes…I'm sorry about this…I'm going to have to…cancel…um…' Sandy faltered as Kirsten began to fumble with his fly, 'family…emergency…' he roughly grabbed her hand with his free one and she smothered a giggle. 'Could we reschedule?' He breathed a sigh of relief as she clambered off him and wandered round the office, closing the blinds and locking the door, his eyes following her.

'That's great, thanks again…bye.' Sandy set the phone back in the receiver and pretended to frown at Kirsten who had slid back onto his knee again. 'Do you know how hard that phone call was?'

'I can guess,' she said wickedly, expertly unbuttoning his shirt. Sandy lifted her onto the desk and tilted her backwards, pinning her beneath him but being careful not to crush her small frame. A number of case files slid towards the floor, scattering papers but neither of them noticed; preoccupied didn't even come close!

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The phone rang and Kirsten reached across her desk to answer it; 'Kirsten Cohen,'

'Hey baby,'

'Hey,' Kirsten smiled into the phone at the sound of her husband's voice.

'What's your afternoon like?' Sandy asked, the innuendo was obvious.

'Depends what you have in mind,'

'You and me, not at the office…'

Caleb walked in and Kirsten immediately switched to work mode, 'That appears to be a satisfactory offer, I would of course need to do some preliminary calculations,'

'Naturally,' Sandy played along, used to the routine, 'however I don't know if I will be able to sustain the bid past this afternoon.'

'Well in that case I think I could be persuaded to push for an early acceptance.'

'You won't regret it,'

'So I take it you would like to see the…uh…development as soon as possible.'

'That would be good, is this afternoon convenient?'

'I should think so; I could meet you in about half an hour,'

'Sounds good,'

'Nice doing business with you,'

'The pleasure's all mine…or it will be.'

Kirsten hung up, concentrating on not blushing at Sandy's comment.

'Um, dad, I have to go out; show a client round one of the new sites.'

'I thought you were doing the Bruce Corporation meeting with me this afternoon Kiki,'

'I know but I'm sure you can handle it dad, this could be a major new deal.'

'Right then, but if Julie digs a hole and you aren't there to get her out of it, she's going straight back to design, company crisis or no company crisis.'

'Fine by me, now I've got to run,' and with that Kirsten hurried out of the office as quickly as her heels would allow.

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'Here we are,' Kirsten declared, slowing the car to a halt in front of group of villas in varying stages of construction. 'I have the keys for the show home.'

Sandy raised his eyebrows, 'You wouldn't…'

'Says who?' Kirsten asked, her eyes bright.

'Someone's impatient this afternoon,' he teased, feeling small hand reach towards him.

'You saved me from the most boring meeting with my dad this afternoon,' she murmured as Sandy leant over to kiss her.

'Happy to oblige,'

'So what should you be doing?'

'Court date was cancelled.' He grinned wickedly, 'such a shame, I can't think of a better way to spend the afternoon.'

'Take that back!' Kirsten ordered, clambering over the gear-stick to sit straddling her husband.

'Or what?' he asked, settling his hands at her waist.

'Or else,' she smirked and reached for the seat lever, causing him to tip backwards. Sandy chuckled and pulled Kirsten with him, her shrieks silenced by his kiss.

'You know this really isn't very comfortable,' he mused a while later.

'Uhu,' she his wife agreed, nibbling at his ear, 'what do you suggest?'

'How 'bout we relocate to the back? The seats are still down from the surfboards this morning.'

Kirsten looked incredulous, 'The back seat Sandy? How old are we?'

His eyes danced as he answered, 'Well right now I feel about 22!'

'The mail truck,' she realised, smiling at the memory of that crazy year in college and crawling into the back, 'it was about as big as the Rover.'

'So you fancy recreating our misspent youth?' he asked, following her.

'Just you try and stop me!'

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'Oh my back,' Kirsten groaned a long while later.

'I think I've pulled something,' Sandy muttered.

Kirsten giggled, 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea; we're not as flexible as we were twenty years ago.'

'I think I got that,' he replied,

'Next time we are so totally taking advantage of the show home.'

'That would certainly give your father another heart attack.'

'He'd never know…you are never ever to say anything or I won't sleep with you again!'

'You couldn't do that.'

Kirsten paused for a minute, 'Sadly that's probably true.'

Sandy laughed triumphantly, 'I love you.' He ran a finger down her face, 'So…'

'What?' Kirsten finished teasingly.

'Want to try it?'

'The show home?'

'Uhu, I heard it described as having a 'wonderfully appointed master bedroom with stunning ocean views, en-suite bathroom and king-size bed.'

'Well the last part does sound rather tempting…'

'I'm up for the guided tour.'

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Seth and Ryan were slaying ninjas when Sandy and Kirsten sneaked flushed and giggly through the door. It was definitely not stealth. Ryan noticed their messy hair, Kirsten's less-than-perfect lipstick and how the buttons of Sandy's shirt were done up crooked, and gave a sideways smirk. His brother however, was less perceptive; 'Good day at the office?' he asked, eyeing their matching smiles suspiciously.

'It was ok,' Sandy answered offhandedly.

Kirsten moved slightly to crush his toes, 'Owww!' he cried, 'What was that fo-oh, very good day yeah.'

Their son narrowed his eyes, 'I do not want to know what's going on there!'

'Let's just focus on the ninjas Seth,' Ryan advised, hoping to defect the imminent hyperventilating rant on how-gross-it-is-that-my-parent-still-do-that-it's-just-so-wrong!

Sandy and Kirsten flashed him matching grateful glances as their dark-hair son returned to the game. Ryan grinned sheepishly and winked, stifling a laugh as Kirsten stuck her tongue out at him.

'Honey, what are you doing?' Sandy asked, catching sight of her protruding tongue.

'Nothing,' she said sweetly, clasping his hand and drawing him into the kitchen. 'What do you boys want to eat?' she called back, struggling to focus on their replies as Sandy pinned her against the counter and began to trail kisses along her collarbone.

'Sandy!' she whispered a breathless protest before catching his lips with her own.

'Mom! Dad! Stop it!' Seth shouted without turning round from the game. 'Just because we can't see you doesn't mean we don't know what you're doing. Phoning for Tai does not necessitate passionate clinches in the kitchen.'

There was a guilty silence before Kirsten was heard ordering the food.

'One day,' Seth declared, 'one day they will learn…I live in hope.'

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If I shut up for an entire chapter and didn't nag you for reviews would you do it?

Sadly I'm not that nice. And seeing as this is the PENULTIMATE chapter I think you should!'

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