Set against the backdrop of exhilarating matches and glittering stadium lights, Offside Temptation is a sultry exploration of love, loss, lust, and second chances. As Lauren and Trent face the pressures of their public lives, will they score the ult...
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"I'm super comfortable, but we can't lay here all day" Lauren whispered softly as she lay beneath Trent on his plush living room sofa, his face pushed into the crease of her neck as he pepper kisses against it.
"You're right," Trent murmured, nuzzling into Lauren's neck and inhaling her scent one last time before reluctantly pulling away. "But first things first, I think we both need a shower." He winked at Lauren playfully before standing up and extending a hand to help her up.
Trent led Lauren upstairs to his luxurious ensuite bathroom, the marble floor cool beneath their feet. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until a steady stream of steaming water flowed from the rainfall showerhead. Trent stepped inside first, the warm spray cascading over his broad shoulders and down his chiselled torso.
"Come here, beautiful," Trent called to Lauren, his voice deep and husky. "Let me." He held out a soapy washcloth, his eyes darkening with desire as they roamed over Lauren's naked body.
It went without a doubt that he could go another round with her, but instead, he wanted to explore her perfect little body.
Her breasts were rather small, but they held a plumpness to them that made Trent want to take them into his mouth. The small, dainty piercing in her right nipple intrigued him, to say the least.
Her tiny waist curved into her shapely hips and round backside, gently running his washcloth over the curve of her spine, Trent got down onto his knees as he continued to clean her body.
The whole act of being bathed was so intimate it made Lauren want to cry. In reality, Trent was not hers, but in such a tender moment it was easy to forget and lose herself in the illusion of their connection. She felt exposed yet cherished as Trent's hands glided over her skin, lathering soap in a delicate rhythm that sent shivers down her spine.
"Do you like this?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked up at her, his gaze filled with a mix of mischief and sincerity.
"I love it," Lauren replied, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of his gaze. It felt as if he was reading her thoughts, deciphering every hidden desire she had never voiced before.
Trent continued to explore her curves, the washcloth slipping away as his hands took over, firm yet gentle. He revelled in the softness of her skin, the way she leaned into him as if craving his touch.
"I could do this all day," he admitted, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "But I don't think the water will last forever."
Lauren laughed lightly, the sound echoing around the steamy bathroom. "We might turn into prunes if we stay in here too long," she teased back, but deep down, she wanted to linger in this moment, to bask in the warmth of their shared intimacy.
He stood up, pulling her close to him, their bodies now fully entwined beneath the warm cascade of water. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, one where nothing else mattered except for the two of them.
