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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"Is that what you're wearing?" Trent asked as he looked up from tying his laces in time to watch as Lauren came into the room.
"Yes, do I look okay?" she asked, gently easing the hem of her dress further down her thighs.
"Come here," Trent murmured looking up at her, his legs casually open as he relaxed in his seat waiting for Lauren to join him.
Lauren hesitantly stepped closer, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stood between Trent's legs, feeling vulnerable yet excited under his intense gaze.
"Do I pass inspection?" Lauren asked coyly, tilting her head to one side and biting her lower lip. The slit up the side of her dress exposed more of her creamy thigh as she shifted her weight to one leg.
She smoothed a hand over the body-contouring material draping over her curves, feeling Trent's eyes drinking her in. Lauren knew she looked good her hair cascaded in loose curls down her back, her makeup was subtle yet enhanced her features, and the dress clung in all the right places. But Trent's approval meant everything.
"With flying colours," he smirked, his hands dragging up the back of her thighs until they reached the hem of her dress that only stopped a few inches below her ass.
In a short while a car was set to pick them up from the hotel's private exit and take them to the O2 Arena where South London-born rapper Stormzy was set to take the stage.
Lauren felt her knees weaken as Trent pulled her dress over the curve of her ass to reveal the flesh-coloured thong she wore beneath.
Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the skin just above her panty line and then another on the smooth skin of her taut stomach.
Lauren's breath hitched as Trent's lips brushed against her skin, his hands sliding possessively over the curves of her ass. The dress rode up, exposing more of her thighs and the skimpy thong barely covered her most intimate areas. She placed her hands on his shoulders, holding him close.
"You know you're fucking perfect," Trent murmured against her stomach before trailing kisses lower, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.
Lauren let out a shuddery breath as Trent's lips trailed lower, his hands squeezing and kneading the round globes of her ass. She knew they were running late, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away, not with the way Trent was worshipping her body with his mouth.
"Yes..." she breathed out, her fingers threading into his hair. "Fuck, Trent..."
His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of her thong, teasing along the cleft of her ass. Lauren arched into his touch, desperate for more. But Trent was a master of restraint, taking his time, drawing out her pleasure.
He pressed a kiss to her mound, right over her thong, his tongue flicking out to taste her through the fabric. Lauren's knees buckled and she gripped Trent's shoulders tighter to keep from collapsing.
