Exotic“Ah, s**t, look at the time,” chuckled Jarrod as they lay entangled in each other. “Training in forty minutes, where did the morning go?”
He leapt to his feet and searched for his clothes, before running up the stairs to jump in the shower. He heard Marianne coming up the stairs as he reached for a new towel from the laundry cupboard. The sight of his wife, n***d, hair ruffled and flushed in the cheeks, Jarrod couldn’t help but stop and watch as she calmly walked up the stairs and past him with a cheeky smirk and disappeared into the bedroom. He’d hit the jackpot with Marianne, he thought. The coolest chick, the exotic French-ness, a fantastic role model to her children and a perfect physical and emotional match in the bedroom. She had also been through a huge breast cancer journey
