For 24-year-old tennis player Naya Morgan, all that glittered certainly wasn't gold. In her relentless pursuit of victory, she had strayed far from the joy of simply playing the game she loved.
Naya's life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses p...
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Naya let out a breath she had been holding as Jude came to rest his body on top of hers, his arms around her waist, and his head on her chest, covered by the T-shirt of his she was currently wearing.
"Are you going to keep me in here all day?" She giggled as she turned her head, allowing Jude more room to kiss along her neck.
"Maybe," he drawled, before lifting his T-shirt so he could push his head beneath it making Naya giggle as he pressed an open mouthed kiss on her stomach.
"Well, I'm hungry and as your guest, you have to ensure that I'm not." Naya said as she placed her hand to the back of his neck.
"I can offer you a bowl of cereal," Jude said teasingly as he lifted his head from beneath her top.
Naya let out a playful groan. "Cereal? That's the best you can do for your guest?" She teased, running her fingers through his hair.
Jude chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I do have some leftover pizza from last night in the fridge if you prefer that."
Naya considered for a moment before nodding. "Pizza definitely sounds better than cereal. But only if you join me. I don't want to eat alone."
Jude smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. "Deal. Let's go raid the fridge together." He rolled off of her, offering his hand to help Naya up from the bed. She took his hand, feeling a rush of warmth at the simple gesture, and followed him to the kitchen.
As they rummaged through the fridge, Naya couldn't help but admire the easy way Jude moved around the space, his long limbs reaching for containers and ingredients with familiarity. She leaned against the counter, watching him with a soft smile playing on her lips. "You know, you're quite the domestic goddess," she teased, earning a mock offended look from Jude.
"I'll have you know I'm a domestic god," he replied with a grin, handing her a slice of pizza before taking one for himself. They settled at the kitchen table, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence as they shared the meal.
After they ate a rather unhealthy first meal of the day, Naya volunteered herself to wash up.
Wrapping his arms around Naya's waist, Jude nestled his face into the soft curve of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.
He wanted to be close to her, after sharing such a passionate night all he wanted was to hold her in his arms. Naya's heartbeat quickened as she felt Jude's warm breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as his hands cupped her breast over the oversized T-shirt she wore.
"Your brother or one of your friends might walk into the kitchen." Naya reminded Jude as she fought to keep her eyes from fluttering shut as Jude's lips trailed kisses along her jawline, igniting a fire within her that she tried to suppress.
"I don't care," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire as his hands slid down to her hips, pulling her even closer to him.
"Well, unfortunately for you, I do." Naya smirked as Jude turned her around in his embrace.
