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on.”
    “Shut it, Bates,” Cole shot back, his eyes bordering on serious.
    “Okay,” Rick smiled, his hands held up in mock surrender. “Okay.”
    Cole worked hard during practice. They ran a scrimmage style match for nearly two hours, working on fundamentals, as well as, the plays they'd use the following night against the Bronson Legends. Cole spent an extra twenty minutes after practice to work on dribbling exercises. “Someone must have gotten into that head of yours.”
    “You could say that,” Cole replied, grunting as he dribbled a figure eight. Never good at that particular pattern, he strained to get the ball around without losing the dribble.
    “Well good. Whoever it is, make sure she's here tomorrow night.”
    “She will be,” Cole assured him with another grunt and a smile. He did two more figure eights, shot free throws for two minutes and three pointers for two more before heading into the locker room. He showered off the salty sweat that coated his skin and hair, hoping like everything that Stacey was more than ready for him. The way he was feeling right now, he'd be busy half the night showing her just how she affected him.
    He drove on autopilot, barely keeping his speed at the legal limit. He slammed his car into park and was up the porch steps in two leaping bounds. He entered the door to find all the lights in the house off as night fell fast around the city. She'd lit candles, dozens of them. Where the hell had she gotten so many? Cole wondered. He followed a trail of clothes up the stairs, finding his anticipation building as he worked his way around the landing, going from outerwear to underwear. He saw the pink lace panties he'd touched earlier that day sitting on the step just before the top landing. When he looked up, Cole saw her standing in the doorway of her room looking as if someone had sculpted her just for him. Her brown skin glowed lusciously against the bright white of her bra and panties set. He had no idea what you called the sheer cover she wore, but it was definitely working for him. Cole's body was primed and hard as he took large strides, reaching Stacey in three easy steps.
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    “H-” Stacey didn't get past the first syllable before Cole's mouth closed hungrily over hers. She gave surrender as a gift and her heart simply followed, falling haphazardly at Cole's feet. His hands came around her waist, hitching her up so that those slender thighs could clamp around his narrow hips. He walked her backwards, laying her gently down on her four-poster bed. Stacey reached for him as he straddled her, pinning her legs tight with his powerful thighs. Stripping his shirt off, Cole gave her the pleasure of his flesh under her hands as they ran up and over the hard muscles of his chest. Coming down to her Cole took her mouth again, plunging them both into the heat, devouring every thought but for the carnal nature of their passion. Rolling over, Stacey unhitched his jeans, smiling as Cole's erection came free from the hold of his pants. Using quick and agile hands, Stacey freed him from his boxers as well, moving lower so that her warm lips were a whisper away from tasting him.
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    Cole watched her eagerly, his body already on high alert as those beautiful lips waited for just the right moment. She was curious , Cole thought as he watched her. Eager to understand everything that turned him on. How could she know the effect that waiting, just that breath away from his cock, was doing to him. Could she possibly know the animal ruthlessness with which he wanted to take her? Then, as if in slow motion, her wet tongue flicked out, touching the bottom of his tip, spiraling sensation straight to his loins. An ache like none