Page 69 of Napkins and Other Distractions
“They don’t disappear completely, but they retreat. Long enough so you can handle the crisis. It’s adrenaline.”
“Adrenaline? Can I buy it somewhere?”
More laughter erupts from Kent’s mouth, drawing my gaze, and without thinking, I pull him close and capture his lips. His breath blows into my mouth with each guffaw. Coffee. Sugar. Cream. I can taste it all. A sweeping sensation overtakes my chest, and sunbursts appear in the temporary darkness when I close my eyes and deepen the kiss.
Pulling back, Kent says, “Nobody’s figured out how to bottle adrenaline yet. But it can reveal things to you. Like how capable and amazing you are.”
Kent kisses me gently, gathers me in his arms, and squeezes me.
“Kent,” I say into his ear.
“Yeah.”
“The mood. It’s right.”
There’s no hiding my hard, firm cock pressing against his thigh.
“Vincent, it’s eleven o’clock. We’re at school. In my office. We have work to do.”
“I know, but I wanted you to know.” I squeeze him close, grinding softly.
“How about tonight?” he asks. “I’ll bring takeout.”
I’m tempted to drag him by the collar to the supply closet for a quickie, but I know he’s right. Even if my dick disagrees.
“Sounds like a plan.”
“May I have chocolate milk?” Illona’s tiny hand clasped in Marvin’s triggers a vivid recollection of Brodie’s hand in mine just a few hours ago.
The experience at school left me buzzing with energy, and I’m fired up to share.
“Of course. I might skip my espresso tonic and get one myself,” he says.
“Adults don’t drink chocolate milk,” she protests.
“Miss Stone, haven’t you realized yet? I am no typical adult.”
“Very true.” Illona nods and the two puffs on either side of her head shake.
Without being told, Illona sits, pulls out a tablet and headphones from her backpack, and plugs herself in. Do all children behave this way?
“How’s the wedding planning?” I know the topic has overtaken Marvin’s life.
“We’ve almost landed on a venue. The Ocean Inn. It’s a little further out of town than we wanted, but we’ll get a shuttle to bring people from the airport. And the thought of getting married on the beach, at a beautiful inn, where everyone can stay … perfection.”
“Sounds ideal,” I say, sipping my coffee. “What’s the holdup?”
“We just have to coordinate with their availability. What works for us, that type of thing. And Olan’s family. They’re all flying in, and we need to make sure the dates work for them.” Marvin rubs the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. “Then the real work starts. Menus. Seating. And my favorite, cake tasting!”
“Of course, you like that best,” I say, knowing Marvin’s fondness for sweets.
“I want a strawberry donut tower, but Olan says we really should have a cake. So, we might get both.”
“You can never have too much dessert,” I say.
“Exactly.”
“Quit distracting me with wedding planning questions.” He waves his hands, shooing the topic away. “What happened at school?” Marvin hands Illona her drink. Without taking her eyes off the screen, she opens the straw and milk and begins drinking.
