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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"Someone is going to come looking for you," Naya giggled as Jude peppered kisses along her jaw, creating a trail to her lips, as her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Let them," Jude mumbled, his voice husky with desire. Naya's heart raced as she lost herself in his touch. Although Jude and the rest of his team had been given a well-deserved day off, Naya knew that it wouldn't be long before someone came looking for him.
In the last two days since she'd been in Germany, Naya had witnessed Jude sit for more interviews than she had herself in the last six months.
It was evident the world looked to him as part of England's answer to success, and he bore the responsibility on his shoulders gracefully.
Although he was one of the younger players on the team, he was a natural leader on and off the field. His dedication and passion for the sport were unmatched, and Naya found herself in awe of his commitment.
"I want to spend the day in bed with you," Jude whispered as he gently traced patterns on her skin with his fingertips.
"I'm willing to bet your phone is going to start going off or someone is going to show up at your door soon," Naya smiled softly.
"I want you to myself today," Jude murmured as he brushed a strand of hair away from Naya's face, his eyes filled with longing. "Just you and me, no distractions."
"I'm starting to think I might be the distraction," Naya smirked.
"If that's the case, shut up and do your job," Jude chuckled as he flipped them over in one swift movement.
His lips found hers once more, and the outside world faded away as they lost themselves in each other. The sound of his phone buzzing in the distance went unnoticed as they surrendered to the moment, savoring each touch and kiss.
Tomorrow, Naya was set to return to her tennis coaches in Madrid before heading over to Paris for fashion week. As much as Jude would have liked to keep her with him, he understood she had her own life to lead.
Although Naya wasn't the first woman in the public eye he'd been involved with, she was the first woman he'd met that was just as busy as he was.
Jude let out an exaggerated sigh as two loud knocks echoed through the hotel suite, interrupting their moment of bliss. Naya chuckled softly against Jude's lips, causing him to pull back and look at her with a mixture of amusement and frustration.
"I told you," Naya teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she wiggled out of Jude's embrace. "Someone is definitely looking for you."
Jude let out a groan of protest but couldn't help but smile at Naya's playful demeanor. Reluctantly, he got up from the bed and made his way to the door, knowing that duty called even on his day off.
As he opened the door, Trent stood on the other side, a sheepish expression on his face. "Sorry to interrupt, bro, but some of us rented out a restaurant in the city for the evening. Would you and Naya like to join us later?"
