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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"Come here," Jude mouthed to Naya across the club, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched her politely bring her conversation to an end before making her way through the throng of bodies swaying to the pulsing beat of the music. The dim lights flickered, casting shadows that danced along the walls, but Jude's gaze remained fixed on her.
When she finally reached him, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "What's so important that you had to summon me?" she teased, crossing her arms playfully.
Jude leaned closer, his nose grazing against her cheek as he whispered hotly into her ear. "I wanted you to remind me who this perfect little body belongs to."
Naya shivered at Jude's words, feeling his warm breath on her skin. Her arms remained crossed over her chest, trying to maintain a semblance of modesty despite the heat building within her body. "Oh really?" she purred back, tilting her head slightly to meet his gaze with a sultry smile. "And why is that?"
Jude's hand slid down from her shoulder to grasp her hip possessively, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as he pulled Naya flush against him. His other hand roamed up under the hemline, tracing along the smooth curve of her thigh.
"For my own selfish reasons," he murmured hotly into her ear, his lips curling into a smirk against her skin as he boldly grabbed a handful of her ass.
Naya's breath hitched at Jude's boldness, the thrill of his touch igniting a fire within her. She leaned into him, her heart racing as the music pulsed around them. "People might be looking," she whispered as she tucked her face into Jude's neck taking advantage of the height her heels gave her.
"So," he shrugged.
Jude was fully aware of who he was to the world, where he and Naya currently stood, and exactly who he wanted.
In that crowded club, the world outside their intimate bubble faded into a blur of flashing lights and muffled laughter. Naya could feel the heat radiating from Jude, his need for her palpable in the air between them. Her pulse raced, not just from the intoxicating bass line pumping through the room, but from the way he claimed her, body and soul.
