Linda and I are lying in bed together. We are completely naked.

The sheets and blankets are in a pile on the floor. It is about 15 minutes since we made love for the first time, putting an end to nearly two months of playful and provocative teasing at the office.

I turn on my side and say to her, “Linda, don’t you just love the way the room smells?”

Linda, a five-foot-ten-inch brunette with ample breasts capped by silver-dollar-sized nipples, follows my lead by turning on her side and crawling across the come-stained sheets to curl up next to me. Her mouth is inches from my ear when she says, “Yes, what is it?”

“That’s what our love smells like,” I say. “That’s what our come smells like when it’s mixed together.”