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picture your perfect hard cock right now.”
    “Hot Jena girl,” breathed Steven, “I’ve got to get back to work before I decide to come over there right now. You’ve got me so horny I can’t stand it. I’ll see you about seven, okay?”
    “Sure,” answered Jena. “I can’t wait. Bye.”
    “Bye, baby.”
    Jena squirmed in her seat. Knowing that he was so turned-on sent her up another notch. Her pussy now ached with a need. How could it be that she had just had more sex last night than the entire previous year—and she was craving more!
    They were meant to be. She and Steven were connected. There really was something to the “chemistry” everyone always talked about. It was real and it was good—damn good. Their bodies, minds and souls melded as one. They were bound tight by the elements—comfort, friendship, excitement and raw passion.
    They were two wild animals consumed with lust. Their appetites for each other knew no bounds. To feast upon each other was their ultimate pleasure. They wanted to taste each other, drink each other, wear the other’s lusty juices like a crown jewel. It didn’t get any more intimate than that.

Chapter 12
    I t was almost seven. Steven would be here soon. Jena looked at herself in the mirror for the first time. Normally she would be analyzing her look from every conceivable angle. With Steven she didn’t feel the need to search for cosmetic perfection. He already made her feel perfect. He still had that natural ability to put a woman at ease—make her f eel like a woman—a woman desired. It was amazing how comfortable she felt about herself. She knew she was hot.
    Amazingly she had made it through the workday. The afternoon proved to be even more productive than the morning. Once she got rolling her energy level was off-the-charts. Roger noticed it and even commented on it.
    Unlike Vicki, he didn’t know the source of the newfound vigor. Vicki knew exactly what generated Jena’s liveliness and to what degree. And she was dying to meet the man who induced spontaneous workplace climaxes.
    Jena heard a light double-knock on her door. God, even his knock was sensual. She adjusted the only piece of clothing on her body, a loose fitting blue sundress. She knew Steven would love the simplicity of it. She pushed a loose string of hair behind her ear.
    Jena gazed through the peephole. There he was, tall and handsome and dripping with sensuality. He looked to be holding some sort of package. Jena opened the door.
    “Hi baby,” said Steven as his eyes raked over her body. “You look fantastic.”
    Jena leaned in and kissed his lips. “Thanks, you look great too. Come in.”
    Steven entered. He was carrying a large pizza sitting atop a wooden crate.
    “What in the heck is that?” Jena pointed to the wooden box.
    Steven smiled. “That’s for you. It’s a full case of Chateau Kiss wine. That is your favorite wine, right?”
    “A whole case—oh my!” exclaimed Jena. “You didn’t have to do that. I know how much that wine costs and it’s not cheap by any means. Steven!”
    Jena walked over to the kitchen table and cleared a spot. “Sit it over here. I know it’s heavy.”
    Jena grabbed the pizza from the top and Steven placed the wine on the table.
    Steven glanced around and took notice of the surroundings. Jena’s one bedroom apartment was clean and tidy. Jena instinctively knew he felt comfortable.
    “Oh, one more thing,” said Steven. He reached behind his back and pulled something out.
    It was three roses, one red, one white and one orange.
    “Oh, Steven!” Jena’s green eyes brightened. “I never expected all this!”
    She jumped into his arms and held him tight. Steven placed the roses on the table and wrapped his arms around her. They held each other like lovers—no, like lovers in love .
    Suddenly it happened. A magic energy flowed between them. It was an unstoppable force. Walls crashed down. Jealousy, selfishness and ego floated away never to be seen