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exercise equipment near her fireplace. “You up for some exercise, big guy?”
    “I am. Although I doubt we're street legal in the clothes we have on.”
    “Right,” Stacey replied and smiled. Did she have any idea what that smile did to her face? Cole wondered, watching her. That gorgeous glowing face simply lit up when that smile graced her face. Then there were those eyes; like molten chocolate, and they stripped away all of Cole's defenses, putting him on the offensive. He'd never been great at offense. Stacey cocked an eyebrow. “What?”
    “Nothing, just...” Cole smirked. Leaning over, he took her mouth in one hot, piercing kiss. When her hand came up to his cheek, Cole pulled back, his own blue eyes nearly on fire. “We could skip the run and burn calories in a much more aerobic, and enjoyable, form.”
    “Nice try, boy scout,” Stacey told him and laughed, feeling the almost magnetic pull of sexual need. How had she lived this long without it? “We'll find you a baggy jersey and some sweats to wear. I'm gonna show you up today, bro.”
    “You're on, Patterson,” Cole teased, giving her a light shove away from the stairs. He laughed when she gave chase. Taking the stairs two at a time, Cole reached the landing just as Stacey's hand snaked out to grab his sweats. He felt the tug even as his sweats fell around his ankles stopping his momentum in its tracks. He fell against the stairs with an oomph, Stacey's laughter ringing in his ears.
    “Points for me, Winslow. You're off your game today, buddy. Or maybe it's just that you need to play against a woman to really know what you're made of.”
    “I'll show you what I'm made of, woman, come here.”
    Stacey laughed, as Cole's long arm came around her waist. She tried valiantly to crawl from his iron grasp, her shorts sliding down slender, well-toned thighs. Easily pinned, Stacey stared up into the laughing eyes of her incredibly handsome lover. Who'd have thought it'd take a man like Cole Winslow to undo two and a half decades of virginity?
    “You're so beautiful,” Cole whispered, his breath warm against the tender flesh of her neck. “Let me have you.” Already swamped with need, Stacey bucked curvy hips against him, feeling the response of his erection.
    Scooping her up, he carried Stacey to her room, laying her gently on the bed. They spent the morning doing sexual aerobics after all, and when Stacey finally stepped into the shower, she had half an hour to berate herself for the incredibly stupid and amazingly wonderful move she'd pulled. No, she certainly couldn't say that sleeping with a client was a smart move, but her body was weak with gratification. She was no longer a virgin and the man she'd given herself to wasn't just a good lover, he was kind and considerate and knew exactly what he was doing with the equipment God gave him.
    “Holy shit,” Stacey squealed, covering her smiling face with her hands. She spent another twenty minutes styling her crazy hair and putting a light face on, if only to cover up the deep bruising around her eyes and nose. Despite the broken nose and black eyes, Stacey felt pretty in a completely new way today. Whether her brain was so fogged by sex that she felt different, or there was an actual physical change in her appearance, Stacey couldn't quite pinpoint. All she knew was that she was spending the day with her client. A client she wanted to succeed, not because she'd reap a financial benefit from it, but because she truly believed he had what it took and he deserved it.
    “Cole?” Stacey called, stepping from the bathroom.
    “Downstairs.”
    “Hey, I thought maybe I'd lost you.”
    “Never,” Cole smiled, kissing her soundly. “You put lipstick on.”
    “Of course.”
    “You don't need it,” Cole told her, his blue eyes serious. “I'm not saying you can't wear it, it just tastes horrible and, truthfully, you look beautiful without all that on.” Waving his hand to encompass her face, Cole turned