Sorry for being late. We are getting some work done in our house and it's been crazy all around—plus selecting wall tiles and light fixtures is not exactly conducive to creative thinking! On a positive note, I managed to complete my entry for the AgeofEdward and submit it. Please visit the page, read the entries and review!

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Someone suggested Esme was hiding 'Sex for Dummies' inside her magazine. LOL!

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Chapter-37

After Edward cleaned up and changed into fresh boxers, we got under the covers and took a nap. What? Having a terrific orgasm relaxes you immeasurably, and giving one is hard work, so both of us needed to rest. We only woke up when Edward's phone began to ring.

"Edward." He was spooning me and wouldn't let me turn or get up, so I elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

"Hmm?" His response was to let his hand wander over my breast.

"Get your phone," I managed to groan. Not because I particularly wanted him to, but because the sound was annoying me.

"Don't want to," he muttered, and then squeezed my breast, causing me to moan loudly. I rubbed my panty-clad ass against his boxers-covered semi, and it immediately became more attentive.

"Bella, stop that noise," whined Edward. His hand descended to the planes of my stomach.

"It won't stop until you pick it up, Edward," I mumbled as my breath sped up. Whoever was calling was hell-bent upon speaking to him, for the ringing stopped only to start again the next second. Edward muttered something mildly impolite and sat up, reaching for his phone and saying he was going to turn it off.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, sounding surprised but happy. I sat up too, dragging the covers up to my shoulders. Who could it be?

"Garrett! How are you?" Well, there was my answer.

"I am well, and so is Bella. Was there anything—" Yes, I was curious too.

"Really? I thought it would take much longer! So you want us to—" He paused, listening to whatever it was Garrett said, and then nodded rapidly. "Of course you are welcome here. My parents want to meet you too—Tomorrow? Sure. Have lunch with us.—We will see you around twelve-thirty then. Bye!"

"Well, what did he say?" I shook his arm impatiently as he laid the phone back on the table.

"He said that two of my books have been accepted by a publisher. The details will be worked out soon, but he is sure of getting me a good deal."

"That's great news!" I clapped with delight. However, his expression remained serious. "Edward, aren't you happy? In your place I would be jumping on the bed!"

"I hope my life won't change too much because of that," he said, his expression full of doubt.

"Change how?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes the publishers expect the writer to travel, to promote the book. There are book-reading sessions, meetings, interviews…I don't think I can do all that, Bella. The very thought scares me so much. I hope Garrett will understand."

I stroked his cheek, and he closed his eyes and leaned into my hand. "Edward, if anybody outside of your family can understand you, it's Garrett. I am sure he will work something out that would suit you, but surely you can do a little bit of travelling? Aren't you excited to see new places and have new experiences?"

He scrunched up his nose. "Maybe, maybe not. I don't like to deviate from my routine too much though. It won't be too bad if you come with me though." He looked uncertain suddenly. "Will you? I know it's not comfortable to travel constantly and stay in hotels—"

"Oh, Edward," I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard. "Of course I will come with you! In fact, I am sure that Esme and Emmett and Rose will join us if you want them to. We are not going to let you be alone, you know."

His expression relaxed instantly. "Maybe they can join us at times, but I would like you to be with me always. Hey Bella, before all this begins, let us go away on a proper honeymoon. That's what newly-married people do, right?"

My eyes widened with surprise. "Really? You want us to go on our own?" And then I became curious. "Have you thought of a place?"

"Not yet," he said with a shake of his head. "But we can work that out, right? Where would you like to go? Have you ever given any thought to it?"

"Hmm," I cocked my head to the right and imagined ourselves at various locations. "I guess some place sunny, not too crowded, and preferably close to the sea. We have enough of the cold weather here, don't we?"

He nodded in agreement. "I would like that. Actually we do have this little island off the Mexican coast, not too far in though. We use it as a family retreat, but we could—"

I am sure my eyebrows touched my hairline. "You have an island of your own? How come I didn't hear about it sooner?"

"No reason to mention it, I guess," he said nonchalantly. "It is really small—maybe four or five miles at the widest point, but very pretty. There are lots of trees, tropical birds, streams—and of course completely private. I really enjoyed our vacation there, just before I started college—"

He described it in some detail, and I listened fascinated. Then I beamed and reminded him that it was another part of his memory he had retrieved, without even thinking about it. I was sure he would remember more as time passed.

"Well, as long as I don't recall the whole drowning thing," he sighed. "I really don't want to remember how it felt to be inside a car full of water and sinking rapidly."

The sadness on his face made my heart ache. I kissed him softly, trying to take the melancholy thoughts away. He responded enthusiastically, perhaps as eager to be rid of it as I wanted him to, and soon we were lost to the world. I did try to ask him if he wanted to share Garrett's news with the family, but he murmured that another hour or two wouldn't hurt them.

"Nobody expects us to be downstairs all day, anyway," he explained between dropping kisses all over my face and neck, and pushing the covers aside. "Honeymooners, remember?"

My skin became hot with desire as his body covered mine, licking and sucking my breasts with abandon. He was really attentive, and I felt the tell-tale wetness between my legs. Soon our underwear was kicked off, and when he had checked that I was ready, he entered me slowly, one delicious inch at a time. Shallow thrusts made sure that I had no problem accommodating his hardness, and both of us sighed when he was all in. He asked if I was comfortable; I thrust my hips up in answer, and we began to move in harmony. This time he lasted longer, almost enough to start that tingling feeling in my loins. I didn't get it fully though. As soon as he came, he withdrew and helped me reach there with his magic fingers. And then it was time for another short nap.

"I really like having sex with you, Bella," he muttered sleepily as I nestled between his arms and legs. "You will see—Isle Esme will be great."

End Note: Seems Edward is getting the hang of it. As for Isle Esme, I doubt it will be a part of the main story. Perhaps we can have it as an outtake later on?