Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“I was thinking about yesterday,” I say, leading us further down the garden path.
“I see,” Vincent says, and I hear just a trace of desire creep into his voice.
“Yes, about the food, about the wine.” I can’t resist teasing him just a little. “About Nathan’s fingers, about your big cock.”
His mouth quirks up at the corner. “You can do more than think about it, you know.”
“Oh, I intend to do much more,” I say, turning to kiss him. “I have some things to attend to, but we’ll follow up on this thread later. After Vincent’s evening jog, perhaps?”
The truth is, getting more involved in policy interest me, in an equal but totally different way than my husbands do. It gives me something to look forward to and make my work more efficient, for sure.
Chapter Thirteen
Vincent
“If he loves her like I do, can I accept that?” I’m talking to myself while I job…but no one can hear me sound crazy.
Everyone needs their quiet time, to get their thoughts together, to take a moment from everything else—all the pressures of the world—and to just escape. Some people write poetry or make music, some people drink—Nathan—but my thing is jogging, and it’s also very healthy.
I jog several miles then stop in the park to catch my bearings. I know that I’m going to see Isadora soon, but there are tensions in me that I don’t want to play out in lust, I want to exert them in my run, shower, then come back to her clean and ready. Ready to not be argumentative with Nathan. To accept the way that our marriage is going to be a partnership.
I jog far through the trail of the forest, but I can still see the castle off in the distance. The castle is so large and imposing it seems to be in sight no matter where I am. Bored with my run when I know that I’m going to kiss my beautiful wife, I turn on the trail and go back the way I came.
It’s quiet and the smell of nature surrounding me is delicious. as I approach the garden, slowing my stride to a cooling walk to slow my heart.
"Vincent!” Isadora yelps, her spine straightening as her eyes grow wide. Her eyes roam over the sweat glistening down my t-shirt and bare arms. “You think I would have heard you, as I knew you were jogging, but I got lost in thought and didn’t hear you coming at all.” She reaches for me, but I step back.
“I should go shower,” I tell her.
“No, stay.” She moves closer and grabs my arm, my tired, sore muscle bulging beneath her small fingers. I follow her to the bench and sit down, exhaling an exhausted breath from my jog. Silence fills the air around us, the night still and calm. A firefly flutters about the garden, his bulb flickering like a child flipping a light switch on then off as he keeps playing with it.
I look around at the breathtaking view. The way the valleys drop off, the hills, and not too far off is the pond and the horses.
I take a deep breath and with it comes all the delicious smells of the garden. It’s such a pleasant aroma this time of night. And it’s quiet out here. With all those diplomats, all those busy bodies, all the people who work around here, the castle–even as big as it is–can still be quite noisy.
I just can’t deal sometimes. I don’t think the noise bothers Nathan. Nathan is noise.
I look down at Isadora. Having her out here is so serene. It’s perfect.
“You like it out here?” I ask her.
“Oh sure, why wouldn’t I?”
She looks at my chest, which is fitted in a snug blue shirt, sweat drenching every inch of the gray fabric.
Her poised form is elegant, like an angel statue in the cemetery. Her face is perfect, her bone structure, how her cheekbones are classic strokes along her face. Her lips. I have to kiss her. Right now, there is no waiting.
So I place my hand on her chin and gently turn her to look at me. We kiss softly in the moonlight, and fireflies above her blonde hair portray a glowing halo.
She kicks up her little feet in her perfect shoes.
“Do your feet hurt?” I ask.
“Not really. Do yours?” She points. “You’ve been jogging all day, you even took meetings that way!”
“True. But I’m fine.”
“You don’t smell fine,” she teases.
“I said I’d take a shower!” I say, and we both laugh.
“Maybe take this off,” she says, pulling my blue shirt away from my perfect body.
“Well, someone’s in a frisky mood!” I say, fulfilling her request and pulling my shirt off.
She leans into me as I wrap my arm around her, and she looks up at me and I kiss her. Then she lays across my lap, just splaying out like so. The back of her head rests against my crotch. My cock senses action and starts to get restless. I’m sure she feels it, too, pressing against my jogging pants. These pants offer a lot of room too for my cock and balls to swing freely as I jog, but right now that room is depleting, and I’m so hard I want to pull my pants down and let my cock out into the free night air.