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my experience men who have such powerful passions for things outside the bedroom generally have similar passions inside the bedroom. A man who can go toe to toe in the ring for 13 rounds has to be capable of going more than thirty minutes in the sack. I watch his hands as he gestures while talking. I like a man who is animated. My ex always had his arms crossed when he talked to anyone. I should have known he would be an impossible nut to crack judging by how closed off he always presented himself. Jake is open and I believe, an honest man.
    But he’s a fighter! There’s no way a man with guns like Jakes can have gotten those without a little help from the needle. I sat back and watched my son’s father lose himself in the dark world of performance enhancing drugs and I’ll be damned if I’m going to go through that again.
    Jake is showing Diego his arms and talking about his workout regimen. He’s just leaving out one important ingredient; anabolic steroids. I think I’ve had enough.  I’m about to announce that we have to go when he stands.
    “It’s been nice talking to you…well, your son.” He says. “And maybe one day I can talk to his mother. But for now, I have to hit the gym.”
    “I’ll walk you out.” I say to him. “Stay right here Diego, mommy will be right back.”
    “Are you guys gonna kiss?”
    “What?” I whirl around and shoot him a shut your mouth look before turning around. “Sorry mom, it’s just that way you guys have been staring at each other…”
    “You mind your own business.” I snap. “I’ll be back soon and there’ll be no kissing going on here.”
    “Whatever…”
    I turn back around and follow Jake out of the café. We walk down the block to a black Ford F150, nice and clean. Probably only a couple years old by the looks of it.
    “This is me.” He announces.
    Then he just takes two steps towards me, slips one hand around my waist and pulls me right into his embrace. I open my mouth to protest when he just covers it with his own mouth. A surge of anger is almost immediately replaced by a surge of passion. My brain screams stop but I just can’t get the word out of my mouth; especially when it’s covered by Jakes firm lips and thrusting tongue. It just takes a few seconds before my stiff as a board posture begins to melt into Jake’s embrace. There’s something different about the way he kisses that I can’t quite put my finger on. My ex-husband kissed very aggressively too but there was a difference. King kissed like he owned you. Jake kisses like he can’t get enough of me.
    The minute our tongues first flicked across each other’s path it was electrifying and tingles of pure pleasure gave me chills from my head all the way down my spine and back again. For a minute I completely forget we’re standing in public on the sidewalk that others are actively using. Finally I come to my senses. I put my hands on Jake’s chest with the intention of shoving him backwards but the second I feel the ripple of his muscles I can’t make myself reject him and my hands just stay there on his chest unmoving.
    Finally I do the one thing I can do to break the spell. I kick him in the shin with the sharp edge of my shoe.
    “Ow!” He yelps, dancing backwards. “What the hell was that for?”
    “That was for kissing me.”
    “Wow… what constitutes a kick in the balls?”
    “You ever try to cop a feel and you’ll see.”
    “Why the hostility all of a sudden? Am I that bad a kisser? Honest, I can do better than that.”
    “Yeah I’m sure you can, just not on me though.”
    “Alright, suit yourself. Here.” He says handing me two tickets. “Just in case you want to bring someone. You will come right?”
    “Sure I’ll come. I can’t wait to see somebody kick your ass.” I say. Then seeing his expression I flash him a smile to take some of the sting out of my words. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there but it’ll just be me.”
    “Okay, whatever you do is