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called Magic Hat. The company went out of
business in the late 60’s and a developer came in a few years ago
and turned the place into lofts,” he said as he took my hand and
guided me toward the elevators.
    We passed by a large, brick wall adorned with
some interesting artwork. James noticed me appreciating the art as
we walked by and stopped.
    “These are all originals done by local
artists. See, there’s an Ernie Trova.” James pointed to a small
lithograph with the outline of a man, repeated over and over again,
with each outline overlapping the one before it to resemble a
nautilus shell. “And that’s an original done by cartoonist Mike
Peters,” he said, pointing to sketch of Grimm the dog.
    I admired the sketch for a moment.
    “C’mon, babe” he said, taking my hand again.
“Wait ‘til you see my place!”
    James’ loft was even more impressive than the
lobby. The beams and exposed brick and ductwork matched that of the
lobby, and mixed beautifully with the high end, modern Dacor
appliances and grayish-blue, soapstone countertops in the kitchen.
It was a whole lot nicer than my tiny two-bedroom, one bath
bungalow in South City.
    “You have an amazing place here.” I said,
still taking in all of the details.
    “Thanks,” said James as he headed toward the
kitchen. “Have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink. Is red wine
good?”
    I made my way over to the large micro-suede
sofa.
    “That sounds perfect.”
    James pulled a bottle of wine out of his
large wine fridge and poured us both a glass before joining me on
the sofa.
    He set the glasses down on his coffee table.
“Jo, I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. You are so
easy to talk to. And you’re funny and sweet.”
    I looked down at the floor out of
embarrassment. “Thanks, James. I feel the same way about you.”
    “You know what else?” he said, as he put his
hand on the side of my neck and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“You are incredibly beautiful.” And then he leaned in to kiss me.
It was a soft, sweet, sensual kiss. And at that moment, I fell in
love with him. It wasn’t our first kiss, but I have no doubt that
I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.
    His lips moved to my neck, and he trailed
lovely, little kisses from my collarbone to my earlobe. I felt my
entire body tingle as his mouth moved back to mine, and he kissed
me deeply, sliding his tongue along mine slowly. I reached my hand
up to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me. James’ left
hand made its way up the front of my shirt, and he massaged my
breasts gently over my bra, causing me to moan slightly. I could
feel myself getting warm and moist and all I could think of was
James taking me to bed.
    He stood up from the sofa, and I could see
the excitement bulging from his pants.
    “We should head to the bedroom,” he said. He
grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet.
    James’ bedroom, and especially his bed, were
impressive. The walnut, sleigh frame looked as though it weighed a
ton, and the mattress was covered in luxurious bedding that was
probably from some expensive home decor store.
    I stood with my back to the bed. James took
me in his arms and pulled me close. I could feel his hardness
against me. We began kissing again, as I ran my fingers through his
thick, dark hair. Every part of me wanted him at that moment, and I
felt as if I would explode if he didn’t take me. Then, without
warning, James grabbed onto the hem of my dress and swiftly pulled
it over my head exposing my black, lacy bra and thong.
    His hands explored my breasts. “I’ve been
waiting so long for this,” he said.
    “So have I,” I said in a breathy voice.
    James’ lips moved once again to my collarbone
while he deftly unhooked my bra with his right hand. He pulled it
off and let it fall to the hardwood floor. He then took a step back
to admire my topless form. My first instinct was to cover myself
with my hands, but when I noticed how much James was