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Stacey breathed as Cole's rhythm drove her ruthlessly on, giving no room for thought, let alone retreat. “Oh, god. Cole....holy, ugh...Cole. Son-of-a...holy shit.”
    “That's it, sweetheart. Ride that wave, baby.”
    Stacey came hard against Cole's seeking fingers, gripping the steering wheel so tight that her brown knuckles turned white from the pressure. All too soon, the space that had seemed so full just a minute before, now felt empty. Already it seemed she missed his presence. Still half an hour from home, Stacey's body ached for him. “Are you out of your mind?”
    “Not clinically, at least I don't think so.”
    “I'm serious,” Stacey continued as if Cole hadn't spoken. “I could have driven us into a ditch the way you made me feel.”
    “Do you regret it?” Cole asked, a smile already playing over his gorgeous face. “Because, by the way your body's reacting, I seriously doubt you'd take it all back.”
    “Hell no, I don't regret it,” Stacey chuckled. “Do guys just know how to drive a woman half mad like that?”
    “Um no, at least I didn't. It took practice and time,” Cole admitted, an unaccustomed blush staining his cheeks. “Sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable.”
    “If you don't blame me for my past,” Stacey said, planting a hand on his well muscled thigh. “How can I hold yours against you?”
    “I want you,” Cole said plainly. “I know it might seem crazy, but touching you, being with you is all I can seem to think about.”
    “It's understandable,” Stacey offered, wondering why she had a sudden lapse of judgment earlier. “I've never been with anyone before and it's been a while for you. Not to mention, we genuinely like each other. I'm pretty sure that's how things like this start.”
    “Okay, Dr. Phil,” Cole teased.
    “I wish I was as rich as he is.”
    “Nah, then you'd be a bald white guy.”
    “Touche`, Winslow,” Stacey laughed. “So where do you want to grab dinner.”
    “I say we skip dinner, make love, grab a quick sandwich at home and speed to get to practice on time.”
    “God, I really like you,” Stacey admitted. “Truly, I do, but you need fuel for practice.”
    “Being with you is all the fuel I need, baby.”
    “Oh you're very good,” Stacey said, moaning when his hand pressed against her sex again. “Cole we can't in good conscience have sex and send you to practice on an empty stomach.”
    “We can have sex and send me to practice on a half empty stomach.”
    “Or...”
    “I know. We could eat dinner, take me to practice and screw each other's brains out afterward.”
    “Mm. Now that sounds like a very, very nice plan, lover boy.” Stacey was doing her own grope fest, when she reached to cup Cole's hardened packaged.  His groan nearly undid her resolve, except Stacey knew that a little time to prepare would only sweeten their time together.
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    Cole and Stacey ate light, opting for turkey wraps from Cole's favorite sub shop. He treated her to an ice cream cone and dropped her off at her house with plans to meet her there after practice. “I shouldn't be more than a couple hours, unless practice runs over.”
    “Alright. I'll wait here for you,” Stacey told him and smiled, offering Cole just a taste of her lips. “Now go show those boys what my man's made of.”
    Cole smiled when Stacey turned to go inside. He couldn't resist popping her gorgeously round bottom, eliciting a yelp that made him laugh. Letting her go Cole headed for his car, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road that would lead him to the Bixby Center. He made it with ten minutes to spare. Just enough time to change into his practice gear. “Cutting it close huh, Winslow?” Rick Bates, the Rockets' center, asked.
    “You have no idea, buddy.” Cole smiled.
    “Uh oh,” Rick teased. “I think Cole's got love lights