“I am so turned on,” Liv panted on a particularly deep plunging downthrust. “I’m going to simply expire…”

“Wait a second. We’ll expire together.” Okay, so his psyche wasn’t completely weirded out. He could still deal with the practicalities.

It took maybe another five seconds-give or take-and once she started to scream, he half-smiled. That’s more like it, he thought and proceeded to let himself go and come… and come… and come… in some all-time ejaculatory record.

They were both panting big time when it was over.

“Fucking a,” he whispered, braced on his elbows, his chest heaving.

“Fucking a,” she whispered back, eyes closed and gasping for air.

That they were both experiencing an epiphany of sorts failed to register in either of their brains. Not unusual under the circumstances with them both mildly unstrung. Their incomprehension aside, the eccentric brain synapses were nevertheless stored away, the file drawer shut and labeled for future reference.

The maxim, Ignorance is bliss, was appropriate to the occasion.

In terms of immediate reality, Jake came to his senses first, probably through force of habit. He wasn’t a practitioner of touchy-feely after-sex conversation-a common enough trait in males. Easing away, he sat on the edge of the bed, stripped off the condom, disposed of it and, turning back, was about to say something polite in the way of farewell.

But surveying Liv’s voluptuous, sprawled pose, her skin flushed rosy pink from some screaming-ass sex with him, he reconsidered, or maybe his libido did. “You don’t have to leave just yet, do you?” he heard himself ask, the voice obviously his, although the remark was so shocking, he looked around hoping someone else might have spoken.

“I’ll stay for a while.” Her gaze shifted to his rising erection. “Let me know when he gets tired or you do. Since I seem to be megahorny tonight”-she made a little grimace-“I’m not capable of sound decision making.”