Jena was unleashing a deep and primal force. Hers was a hair-trigger sexual energy, one that that could manifest without warning. She didn’t seem to care who saw it or heard it—or maybe it was simply out of her control.
Suddenly a voice interrupted. It was Roger.
“Vicki, can you come here for a moment? I need you to make some copies of something.”
Vicki scurried away before Roger had a chance to come to her. She didn’t want to risk Jena getting caught in an awkward situation. At this second she was in no mental condition to converse with Roger.
Vicki’s curiosity was piqued. How in the world could this happen? Who set her on fire? What male was capable of hijacking the female brain to this extent? Was the sex that good! These were questions she would soon ask.
Jena struggled to bring herself back. She was shocked at what had just occurred. Never had her body reacted like this—not even close. She was caught between embarrassment and disbelief and wanting it to happen again. It damn sure felt good.
Jena took a deep breath. Maybe she had imagined that short intense blast of pleasure. The thin coat of moisture between her thighs told her it was real. It was unbelievable. Just thinking of Steven could get her off. What a sensual animal he was…so hot…so damn sexy.
Once again a Steven image popped into her head. It was a vivid replay of one of last night’s erotic moments. He laid her back on the bed, telling her to relax. “Enjoy your pleasure,” he said in that sexy voice. Slowly, deliberately, xx xx xx.
* CENSORED *
Get out! Get out of my mind! I’m at work! This is crazy!
Jena concentrated on where she was. This was insane. What had she become—an addict, an overnight sex maniac? She had to somehow block him out of her mind. How else could she work? Somehow she was going to have to make it through the day. It was time to go to work!
Jena reached to remove her purse from the desk. Out of habit she also quickly checked her phone. A text—from Steven! She clicked to read it.
Call me when you can. See you tonight sexy girl?
Jena felt the blood race throughout her body. Her hot man wanted to see her again! Yes! She quickly responded back with a text.
Tonight for sure. Will call at noon. Got a story to tell you. You make me crazy!
Jena opened her purse to put away the phone. Immediately came Steven’s reply.
All I can think about is you hot girl.
Jena smiled as she cleared her desk. She would be fighting off lusty thoughts all day. That was for sure. It would require every grain of willpower she had within her. But at least she could rest assured that she would see Steven again. All she had to do was survive eight hours of work and she would be rewarded. There would be at least one more sensual evening with her dream man. She was determined there would be many more.
It was focus time. Jena stood and took two deep breaths. What did Roger have for her this morning? As she entered his office Vicki was walking out. They exchanged glances and smiles as they passed. Vicki’s eyes showed a hunger of her own. Jena chuckled to herself. Steven’s sensual powers were contagious and knew no bounds.
Roger handed over some papers to her along with instructions. Her morning duties included data inputting, some filing and lots of phone calls. Jena was relieved. It was all easy stuff that she could do in her sleep. She might as well be sleeping considering the distracted state of her triple X mind.
Jena trudged through her morning. Surprisingly she was able to concentrate on her tasks. She even landed a big contract for Roger via phone. It was a prospect he had given up on. He delegated it to Jena as a last ditch effort. He was ecstatic when informed that she had closed the deal.
Jena was amazed at her own performance. She was not a natural salesperson. It had to be her current state of mind. Maybe a healthy dose of hot sex was the vital ingredient for successful sales. It certainly provided an extra boost of confidence. It relaxed her and set her on fire at the same time. Maybe all-night earth-shaking orgasms should become mandatory corporate policy. There would be few complainers.
Noon finally came. Jena retrieved her chicken salad from the break room refrigerator. She headed to the outdoor patio. Great—no one was there. She really wanted privacy when she spoke to Steven.
Jena quickly pulled up his number and dialed. Just knowing his sexy voice was a moment away excited her. It rang once. He answered.
“Hi, hot girl,” came his charismatic greeting. “How are you holding up today? You didn’t get much sleep.”
Jena laughed. “I’d trade what I got for a few hours sleep anytime. How is your day going?”
“It’s going well,” replied Steven. “This is a great bunch here. The inventory is going smoothly. How about your day?”
“Oh, Steven, you have no idea what you’ve done to me.”
“Tell me about it, baby. I wanna hear it.”
Jena thought for a moment. Should she tell him that she had an orgasm simply from thinking about him? What the heck—as intimate as they were why should she hold back on anything?
“Steven, I had an orgasm this morning just thinking about last night. I was at work—at my desk—with a coworker standing right beside me! And you know what’s funny? I’m not even embarrassed about it. Well, maybe a little bit.”
“Damn, baby.” Steven seemed at a loss for words.
“Ummm,” he moaned softly. It was that special little thing he did when he was beginning to get turned-on. There was nothing fake about it, just his raw sensuality making its presence known.
“So what do you think?” asked Jena. She knew she was turning him on. “Do you like it that I xx xx xx? Huh, hot guy?”
She heard him take a deep breath. “Oh God, baby. You have no idea what that does to me. I’d like to rip your clothes off right now. You send electricity through my veins. You’re so damn erotic, so sexy.”
Jena began to feel the heat again. The animal in her was coming out. She wanted him now. She wanted to xx xx xx, xx xx xx.
“Steven, when can I see you? You’ve got me so hot right now that I’m about to explode. Why don’t you come to my place tonight? I’ll cook dinner for us.”
“Sure, baby,” replied Steven, “but I don’t want you cooking dinner. That’s too much trouble and time—time that we can spend doing other things. I’ll bring something over to eat.”
“Okay, how about pizza?” asked Jena.
“Pizza sounds great—any certain kind?”
“James Café makes a great one. It’s a California-style vegetarian if that’s okay with you.”
“Alright, pizza it is,” said Steven. “Where in the heck do you live?”
“I’ll text you my address,” said Jena. “I’m exactly five and a half minutes away by car. None of that horrendous rush hour traffic for me. I’ve got better things to do than sit in traffic all day.”
“You sure do now,” said Steven. “I’ll make sure of that. You deserve to lie back after a hard day and think about nothing. I’ll give you a massage. You just relax, baby. Think of nothing and do nothing.”
“Yeah, right,” said Jena. “The hottest man on the planet is massaging my naked body and I’m supposed to think about nothing and do nothing.”
“Yeah,” said Steven. “What about me? You tell me you’re xx xx xx. Do you have any idea what that does to me? I’m xx xx xx.”
“Oh, God,” moaned Jena. “You have no idea what that does to me—what you just said. I can just xx xx xx.”
“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 xx xx xx. 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 xx xx xx. 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 xx xx xx, xx xx xx. It didn’t get any more intimate than that.
Chapter 12
It 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 feel 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 again. An incorporeal essence took its place. It transcended the three dimensional world and burned its way into their hearts. It was an outside spirit that had entered the depths of their souls, twisting and tying the fibers of their cores, making them one. From now on one’s pleasure would be the others. From now on one’s pain would be felt by both. There was no more you, no more me—only us.
Up until now neither one of them had really known what to think of it all. They only knew that they had spent an incredibly erotic night together. Both of them sensed there was more to it than just hot sex, but now they knew it. What they had was real. It wasn’t infatuation playing head games with them. It was two friends reconnecting on every wavelength. It was trust and friendship bound by a scorching physical attraction.
Steven lifted her chin and gently kissed her lips. They held each other even tighter. An unexplainable power had forever forged them together. It was absolute and true. Steven and Jena were one. They would eternally be bound by a special presence, a uniting force, a harmonious union of their souls. It was love.
“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Jena. “Did you feel that!”
“Yes, baby,” replied Steven in a soft voice. “Don’t speak right now. Let it—whatever it is, whatever is going on—let it settle between us, with us, in us.”
For a long moment neither one spoke. They simply stood there, body against body, soaking in each other. Steven was right. The presence that now bound them was communicating with them. It seemed to be thanking them. Yes, it was relaying an unspoken message of gratitude.
Maybe it needed them as much as they needed it. Maybe this was truly a rare human event—or at least very, very special. Maybe love was a presence, an entity that needed a physical place to manifest itself. Perhaps it too was searching for peace, a home to call its own.
Maybe two people connected really occupied a special place in the cosmos. Maybe love was as grateful to find two special souls as they were to receive it. If so, it had to be the ultimate merger, the epitome of perfection, the crowning achievement of the universe. One thing was certain—being in love was the greatest feeling a human being could experience.
“Oh, Steven…honey,” whispered Jena. “I want you so much. Thank you for coming back into my life.”
“Thank you, baby,” said Steven. He looked deep into her eyes.
“I never knew,” uttered Jena, “that it could be like this…this feeling.”
“I know, baby,” Steven said softly. “I’m going through the same emotions as you right now.”
A tear fell from Jena’s eye. “So many years we wasted without each other—years we can never get back.”
“That’s not the way to look at it,” said Steven. “Come on, baby. Look at the present. We are here. We are now. We are together.”
Both were silent for a long moment. Finally Steven spoke.
“Hey, let’s do this. Why don’t we have a slice of pizza and catch up on those missing years. We can tell each other what we’ve done the past two decades.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jena said with a soft laugh, “if I can keep my hands off of you long enough to eat. I am hungry though.”
“Good,” said Steven. “Me too. I haven’t had anything to eat since lunch—and the pizza smells great. I’ll open a bottle of this wine too if you don’t mind.”
Jena grabbed a couple of plates and glasses from the kitchen. She served up two slices as Steven poured the wine.
“The pizza’s still hot,” said Steven. “It looks fantastic. Veggie is my favorite.”
Jena held up her glass of wine. “Here’s to fate bringing us together. I’m still in a dream state. I can’t believe it. Here’s to us!”
They tapped their glasses together. Both took a long drink.
“Oh, that’s good,” said Jena. “It’s better than it normally tastes. That’s real good.”
Steven smiled. “Hey, you gotta remember I work for a major wine retailer. Wine…and beer…need to be treated with respect. This wine’s been handled gently, kept from light and extreme temperatures, and shown love and appreciation. Now it’s giving back to us.”
Jena’s eyes flashed a brilliant green. “Kinda like us humans, huh?”
“I would say that’s a good analogy,” answered Steven. He took a bite of the pizza.
“Oh Jena, you’re right. The pizza is excellent. James Café is my kind of place.”
“Okay,” said Jena. “Enough about pizza and wine. I’m curious about your life.”
“Just as I’m curious about yours,” echoed Steven.
“I asked first. Come on, mystery man. Tell me about the last twenty years.”
Steven hesitated. “Alright, you aske
d for it. What do you want first, the good or the bad or the ugly?”
Jena leaned back in her seat and placed one leg over his knee. Steven watched her do that thing with her hair, pulling it behind one ear. She looked so relaxed and happy…and so damn sexy.
“Oh, Steven, I haven’t changed a whole lot since we hung out. You know what I want. Give me the ugly first.”
“Okay,” said Steven. “Let me go back.”
Jena then saw “the look.” Steven got it when he slipped away into his own little world. There were the faraway eyes and the undecipherable half-smile. Yes, she remembered as if it were yesterday. A handful of times in the past she had witnessed it. She and Shelly never ceased to be amazed when Steven took off into himself.
Steven’s eyes spoke of mystery, adventure and sensuality. They exposed the raw underbelly of his nomadic nature. Behind that ambiguous stare lay the secrets of his soul. It was determination and lust for life. It was a burning intelligence that couldn’t be cornered. It was stubbornness and honesty and a mixed bag of human complexities. It was a quirky madness that few understood. It was the uniqueness that was Steven.
Steven had an insatiable curiosity, an innate drive to explore the unknown. He had always been that way, sort of living on the edge. There was an element of recklessness that was both exciting and dangerous. There was also a genuine, sweet innocence about him that was spellbinding. Most people didn’t begin to understand him.
More than anything else “the look” revealed his sensuous side. It exposed a longing to touch and be touched. All one had to do was look past the thin layer of shyness to see what resided underneath. Nothing gave him more pleasure than giving pleasure.
Steven wore his carnal desires such as to tease. He was a genuine romantic who, without realizing it, captivated women with his spellbinding manner. He just naturally tapped into the female psyche, capturing their hearts and freeing their most primitive desires. Steven was real and he was hot. And he xx xx xx.
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