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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Getting out of Jude's bed, Naya left him sleeping beneath the sheets as she pulled on his shirt from earlier that evening, so she wouldn't be walking around his house in just her thong.
Making her way downstairs to the kitchen in search of a cold glass of water, after such a passionate encounter with Jude.
Make up sex had always been acknowledged as being intense, a meeting of two souls after a disagreement, but Jude it was soul-shaking. She could feel his emotion in every kiss, touch and flex of his skilled hips.
Both verbally and physically he'd shown Naya just how apologetic he was.
Naya's body hummed, the memory of their time together lingered in her mind, the way his hands had roamed her body, the way his lips had ignited a fire within her. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she poured a glass of water, feeling a sense of contentment and satisfaction wash over her.
As she sipped the cool water, Naya's thoughts drifted back to Jude. She couldn't deny the chemistry between them, the magnetic pull he seemed to have, it all drove her wild.
Letting out a sigh as she allowed the cold water to soothe her parched throat, Naya turned towards the kitchens door as she heard Jude clear his throat in the near distance before he emerged from the hallway, his coiled hair slightly tousled and a sleepy smile on his face. Naya felt a rush of warmth at the sight of him, his presence filling the room with a magnetic energy that drew her towards him.
"Why are you up?" Jude asked, his voice husky from sleep as he crossed the room to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before lifting her onto the kitchen counter she had previously leaned against.
Naya smiled up at him, feeling a rush of desire at his touch. "Just needed some water," she replied softly, her eyes locked with his. She reached out to run her fingers through his tousled hair, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
"Come back to bed," Jude whispered hotly into Naya's ear, coming to stand between her legs as his hand slipped beneath the oversized T-shirt she wore while sitting on his kitchen counter.
Naya shivered at the sensation of Jude's warm hand against her skin, sending a chill of desire down her spine. Hooking his finger beneath her chin, Jude lifted her face to meet his, his eyes dark with passion as he leaned down pressing his lips against hers.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring and tasting her as his other hand moved to tangle in her hair. Naya melted into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Their bodies pressed together, igniting a fiery need between them. Jude broke the kiss, his breath heavy as he pulled her to the edge of the counter so their covered centers met, making Naya moan as she felt his stiffening length against her core.
"Or I can fuck you in this kitchen," Jude whispered, his voice husky with desire, trailing kisses down Naya's neck. Naya's breath hitched at his words, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
