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Kiera made her way past the rack of tubes, an automated incubator, a refrigerator, and other research equipment. She ambled to the counter with my microscopes, two computer screens, and stacks of folders.

When she saw the crystal table, she placed a hand over her heart and gasped, “Wow. What kind of crystal is this?” She ran her fingers along the uneven edges, acquainting herself with the smooth surface. My dick pulsed as though her fingers were roaming my stalk.

“It’s rare black opal.”

Her mouth dropped open. “I don’t even want to ask how much this cost.”

“It’s a stunning gem. I love things that are rare.”

She placed her palms on the table and leaned down to examine the colors. “The bright red, orange, and even the blues and greens look like liquid fire against that beautiful black. It’s so gorgeous.”

I came up beside her and used a finger to trace a stream of red that ran into a cluster of orange and blue tones. “The liquid fire reminds me of WaterFyre Rising, where each color represents an aspect of me and my friends. Water and fire are opposing elements, but they create this powerful energy and beauty because of their differences.”

She turned and met my gaze, and I swore I met my other half. There was an inquisitiveness in her eyes that showed her unfathomable fascination. She was wrong about me being attracted to doctors. An inquisitive mind captivated me, making me weak. Kiera Ford had me by the balls.

“What’s your video game about? What color represents you?” she asked.

These were other questions no woman had cared to ask me. Maybe it was because I’d never shared my video game project with anyone except Grandma and Yolanda. But even with them, it was general information. They thought I loved playing video games just like any other guy.

“Try to guess.” I crossed my arms.

She glanced around the table, moving her hands around as though trying to sense the answers. Then she tapped the table, and my heart shivered at the accuracy. “Black.”

“Why that color?”

She lifted a shoulder. “Black is a color steeped in mystery. When you mix solid colors together, you get black. It reminds me of a quiet night’s sky that cradles someone to sleep. It also represents security and a sophistication that’s often misunderstood.”

“Black also signifies an abyss. The unknown. That’s scary to some.”

She eyed me. “Not to me. I love the mystery in you. The deeper I venture into the dark forest, the more treasures I find.” She smiled, and that gesture cast a rainbow into my heart and beyond. “Did I pick the right color?”

I nodded. “Yes, you did.”

“I’ve always loved green, but this exquisite table makes me love all colors.”

“You like them all because it’s how you see the world through your eyes and your camera.”

Her smile widened. “Well, aren’t you perceptive and poetic?” She bent over the table and spread her arms out wide like she wanted to immerse herself into the slab of opal. Then she placed her cheek on the surface and sighed.

My gaze took her in as she embraced the table. Her ass taunted me—even in those shorts—and my cock twitched. I wanted her now.

Moving to stand behind her, I braced my hands on the table, caging her in as my mouth nibbled her ear. “The perception I’m getting is that we should christen this opal table. It has potent energy, and we should definitely take advantage of it.”

“Oh, really? I feel ‘hard’ energy poking at me already.” She giggled and wiggled her ass into my cock.

“You’re driving me insane.” I groaned and gripped her hips, grinding into her.“I want to perform some sexual research with you.”

Prior to this moment, nothing but scientific and holistic research had occurred in this room, but that was going to change today.

She straightened up and leaned back into me. “That sounds enticing. How much have you already done?”

“You’re the first.”

“Okay then.” She purred and touched my face, dragged my head to her neck. “By the way, I can give you a haircut whenever you’d like.” She threaded her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. I could stand there all day with her hands caressing my head.

That statement referred to two separate things that loved her caress equally.

She was the reason for my long hair, so it made sense she’d cut it. “Be my guest.”