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in surrender.
“Don’t get your panties all in a bunch like that. I didn’t mean anything
remotely offensive by what I asked.”
    One of her brows shot up. “What did you mean then?”
    “The guy’s fucking hot, or that’s what every single woman we’ve ever
encountered seemed to think. I just wondered if you agreed with them, that’s
all.”
    “Really? That’s all? You’re sure there’s nothing more to it than that?”
    “Not a damn thing more … honestly.”
    “Hmm … well, in that case I have to admit, he is kinda tasty.” She shot him a wicked, evil grin as she turned
back to her task.
    “Tasty, huh?”
    “Yep, downright delicious!” she said, then hastened to add, “In a
totally different way than you, of course.”
    “Mmm hmm, I bet.”
    Julie chuckled, eyeing him closely in amusement. “Oh, come on, Jared!
Don’t get your panties all in a bunch like that!”
    “Haha, you got jokes!”
    Julie giggled a little harder. “Sure do.”
    “Alright, have your fun. I’m gonna go fix us some breakfast while you
get ready. Cole should be here by ten.”
    “Will you still be here when he arrives?”
    “Doubt it. I want to get over to the office ASAP. I’ll send him a
message regarding the change of plans beforehand, though.”
    “Good. Wouldn’t want to just spring it on him like that.”
    “Yeah.”
    He turned on his heels and left the room, leaving Julie with countless
questions running through her mind. Surprisingly, her curiosity was centered on
a certain dark-haired, grey-eyed hunk. She’d be spending the day with him,
instead of grading papers like she’d planned to. Her nerves were already strung
tight at just the thought of seeing him again. She was positive there wasn’t
anything difficult in the task her husband had asked her to assist with, but
she wasn’t so sure about how easy it would be to be with Cole all alone for
that length of time.  
    The instant attraction she’d felt toward him last night was something
she didn’t even want to admit to herself. She felt like a total slut for even
thinking the man was attractive. After all, she had one of the most wonderful
husbands a girl could ever ask for, a man whom she knew many of her friends envied
her for. Good looking, caring, attentive and great in bed, he was the perfect
package—there was absolutely no need for her to have a wandering eye.
    But then Cole Richardson was something else entirely. He was simply
beautiful, with a face any male model would die for and the kind of rangy frame
that alluded to subtle yet potent strength. Where Jared was light, Cole was
dark. Where Jared was thick and ropey, Cole was lean and sinewy. The two men
had very little in common physically, yet she was just a drawn to Cole as she
had been to Jared when they had just met. It was crazy, but right off the bat,
she’d found herself wondering what kind of lover Cole would be—the gentle,
attentive kind who liked to take things slow and easy or the fiercer, more
intense kind who would want to break her to his will?
    Then a totally unexpected thought sprang into her mind. What would it
be like to have both men, so very
different yet so alike, attending to her every sexual need at the same time?
Each one loving her, worshipping her body in his own unique way. She could
imagine it now—heaven on earth, bliss beyond her wildest dreams. She’d probably
come a thousand times in that one eventful night, as her senses were inundated
with pleasures untold.
    And what the hell was she doing anyway? What decent, well-thinking wife would be standing in the middle of
her matrimonial bedroom, having such utterly immoral thoughts? Her cheeks
flamed when she checked her reflection in the dressing table mirror and caught
the way she was clutching the clothes to her chest, eyes dilated with barely leashed
desire. Jesus! She must have lost her mind. Spurring her feet into motion, she
rushed to the bathroom, hoping a long, cold shower would cleanse her of