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“Who is the queen meeting?”
“I’m afraid that’s confidential,” she says, shifting nervously.
“Is it?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know anything about this meeting, not even who it’s with, sir.” She looks me directly in the eye, and honestly she’s too nervous to be anything close to a good liar.
“That’s all then, Theresa.”
“Thank you, sir.” She scampers away.
We’ll see how confidential Ileana’s meeting really is after I speak with my staff. This confirms my suspicions. Ileana is definitely planning something, and I need to know what. I leave the tea room and head toward the garden; perhaps Isadora is still there. I’m surprised I’ve resisted the temptation to seek her out for this long.
Last night is still fresh in my mind, and the truth is I really would rather be buried inside Isadora’s sweet body than buried in intrigue with the queen. I’m sure Isadora would prefer it, too. She’s nothing like what I expected based on what sources told me. I hardly expected to find a woman whose appetite for passion could match my own, yet Isadora’s does. More than that she’s witty, intelligent, and capable. She’s everything I could have asked for in a wife. I step out into the lush green gardens of the palace. I have to admit there is something calming about it, the quiet and the greenery.
A garden so vast you could easily lose yourself for hours. I wonder how many days Isadora kept herself hidden here. Though if her last garden visit was any indication I doubt I’ll find her alone. I turn down the winding garden paths until I hear one of Isadora’s breathless cries. The tone is unmistakably one of pleasure. I feel my cock stir. Such is Isadora’s hold on me that just hearing her in throes of pleasure arouses me. I walk further down the path and hear Vincent’s voice added to Isadora’s own. I turn a corner, and what I see is certainly much more pleasant than tea with the queen. I step back just inside the shadow of the leafy archway.
Isadora is naked astride Vincent. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back, and her beautiful body is on display. Her gorgeous full breasts, their nipples hardened with desire, bounce as she moves up and down riding Vincent’s cock. His hands are in her hair, and his mouth is on her neck. I feel my cock harden almost instantly. I’m tempted to unzip my pants and truly enjoy the show, but I decide to wait. Not that I worry about being seen. There aren’t any cameras in the gardens, either. That’s something I’ll have to change for my own benefit if nothing else.
I could never get tired of seeing Isadora taken over by pleasure, completely lost to her physical desires. I press my palm against my rock hard cock. Isadora’s eyes opens, and she looks directly at me. I see a wicked smile creep across her lips as she crashes her mouth into Vincent’s, grinding her hips against his, fucking him that much harder because she knows I’m watching. It sends a sharp jolt of desire straight to my cock.
God, I want to fuck her until she’s completely spent, I want to wring every drop of pleasure from her body. She breaks her kiss with Vincent and her lips move beside his ear, no doubt making him aware of my presence. He looks over his shoulder, and they both look directly at me as they come.
I give them a moment to dress before I saunter over to them. Helping Isadora up from the grass, I kiss her lips.
“I thought you were having tea with Ileana?” Vincent says.
“She had a unexpected scheduling conflict.”
“I see.” He gives me a knowing nod.
“A scheduling mix up; that’s not like Theresa,” Isadora says.
“Well, I think it’s worked for the best.” I reply. “Don’t you?”
“Did you enjoy the show?” Isadora asks.
“Of course.”
Vincent laughs. “Who wouldn’t enjoy watching?” he says, dropping a kiss on her cheek as we start to stroll up the path toward the palace.”
“I think I’ll go back to our chambers. Will you be coming?” Vincent asks.
“No, I think I’m in the mood for some music,” Isadora says with a sly smile.
“Well, enjoy,” Vincent says, turning onto the path that will take him to our wing of the palace.
“Oh she will,” I say.
Chapter Fifteen
Isadora
I hear music. It’s a lovely, soothing piano song. Where is it coming from? Who is the artist? The sun is just going down on a long day. I follow the music. I feel that whatever this day had, tonight beholds something much better.
Getting closer to the music, I realize it’s not the radio or some CD—it’s live. I hear precious mistakes. I hear the tender melt of fingers upon keys.
I see him in the conservatory room, which is romantically lit with moonlight and a few candles, and smells fresh of dirt from the plants being watered earlier today.
