Foreign Love (An International Sports Romance) (Love in Shades) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
gave me this look and said, “Nice try, creeper. Next time be more subtle in your attempts to get into my bed.”
After I hang my keys on the hook near the door, I pad across my loft-style apartment to my bed. I set my phone on the bedside table. I sink onto the mattress as I peel off my shirt and toss it in the direction of the laundry basket in the corner of the room. I unbutton my jeans and slide them to the floor.
Once I’ve kicked them aside, my attention goes to my knee. It’s bandaged up as it usually is. I remove the pin holding the bandage in place and unwrap the knee, swinging my leg back and forth to loosen the stiff muscles.
Cynthia says I’m healing well. I just wish I could heal faster so that maybe I could salvage what’s left of my soccer career.
Anyway, right now, I don’t want to think about Cynthia and I don’t want to think about soccer.
All I want is to imagine Julia, here with me.
I slide my hand under the waistband of my black underpants. My cock is already throbbing, just thinking about that girl. I push my underwear down to the floor and lie back on the mattress. My dick is heavy in my hand and arousal rockets through my veins. I jerk my erection roughly, imagining that it’s Julia’s hands pumping my cock while her lips and tongue caress my heavy, rippling balls. I imagine twisting my fingers in her hair and pulling her head back as I come, hot and thick, into her mouth. In my mind’s eye, I see her swallow it all, with a devious smile on her lips while sliding her fingers through her ripe, swollen folds.
And just as I’m tensing and shaking, my orgasm barreling through me, my phone starts to ring. My first instinct is to ignore it and just ride the wave of pleasure rioting through my body. But, when I toss my head to the side, lost in ecstasy, I see Julia’s name flashing across the screen.
I immediately drop my cock and bolt upright in the bed, sober in an instant.
“ Âllo ? Julia?” I say, uncertainty cloaking my tone.
“Lucien!” she breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank god you answered. I really need your help.”
Chapter 9
Julia
I stand outside of the métro station, watching Lucien approach, weaving through the crowd at a hurried pace. His cap is gone now. His shirt is untucked. But he moves with the grace of a wildcat.
God, that man is so… virile .
“Julia? Ça va ? Are you all right?” he asks, worry etched into his brow as he braces me by the shoulders. He lowers his face to look straight at me and his eyes search mine.
“I’m okay, really,” I say shaking my head softly. I feel like an idiot. “I’m so sorry that I had to call and bother you like that, but I didn’t have that many options.” I glance at the people bustling by us outside of the busy train station.
His keeps an arm around my shoulder as he steers me away from the heavy foot traffic. “No, no. It was no bother at all.” He gives me a smile that warms me all over. “I am glad that you called me.”
When Lucien and I left the café, we’d walked to the nearest métro. He’d offered to take me home to make sure that I arrived safely. He seemed genuine enough but I suspect that, subconsciously at least, he had an ulterior motive.
Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. If an attractive guy is interested in taking me to bed and I feel that the chemistry is right, I don’t play games. I just take what I want, no strings attached.
But with Lucien, I feel different. I’m wildly attracted to him but it’s more than just superficial and sexual. I want to hear him laugh and feel his fingers clasped around mine and tell him all my secrets. I can’t remember ever feeling this way about a man. The thought of strings and attachments with him sounds like an outrageously pleasant idea. I crave more than sex. I crave intimacy with him.
And that scares me because he’s already seen the weakest part of
After I hang my keys on the hook near the door, I pad across my loft-style apartment to my bed. I set my phone on the bedside table. I sink onto the mattress as I peel off my shirt and toss it in the direction of the laundry basket in the corner of the room. I unbutton my jeans and slide them to the floor.
Once I’ve kicked them aside, my attention goes to my knee. It’s bandaged up as it usually is. I remove the pin holding the bandage in place and unwrap the knee, swinging my leg back and forth to loosen the stiff muscles.
Cynthia says I’m healing well. I just wish I could heal faster so that maybe I could salvage what’s left of my soccer career.
Anyway, right now, I don’t want to think about Cynthia and I don’t want to think about soccer.
All I want is to imagine Julia, here with me.
I slide my hand under the waistband of my black underpants. My cock is already throbbing, just thinking about that girl. I push my underwear down to the floor and lie back on the mattress. My dick is heavy in my hand and arousal rockets through my veins. I jerk my erection roughly, imagining that it’s Julia’s hands pumping my cock while her lips and tongue caress my heavy, rippling balls. I imagine twisting my fingers in her hair and pulling her head back as I come, hot and thick, into her mouth. In my mind’s eye, I see her swallow it all, with a devious smile on her lips while sliding her fingers through her ripe, swollen folds.
And just as I’m tensing and shaking, my orgasm barreling through me, my phone starts to ring. My first instinct is to ignore it and just ride the wave of pleasure rioting through my body. But, when I toss my head to the side, lost in ecstasy, I see Julia’s name flashing across the screen.
I immediately drop my cock and bolt upright in the bed, sober in an instant.
“ Âllo ? Julia?” I say, uncertainty cloaking my tone.
“Lucien!” she breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank god you answered. I really need your help.”
Chapter 9
Julia
I stand outside of the métro station, watching Lucien approach, weaving through the crowd at a hurried pace. His cap is gone now. His shirt is untucked. But he moves with the grace of a wildcat.
God, that man is so… virile .
“Julia? Ça va ? Are you all right?” he asks, worry etched into his brow as he braces me by the shoulders. He lowers his face to look straight at me and his eyes search mine.
“I’m okay, really,” I say shaking my head softly. I feel like an idiot. “I’m so sorry that I had to call and bother you like that, but I didn’t have that many options.” I glance at the people bustling by us outside of the busy train station.
His keeps an arm around my shoulder as he steers me away from the heavy foot traffic. “No, no. It was no bother at all.” He gives me a smile that warms me all over. “I am glad that you called me.”
When Lucien and I left the café, we’d walked to the nearest métro. He’d offered to take me home to make sure that I arrived safely. He seemed genuine enough but I suspect that, subconsciously at least, he had an ulterior motive.
Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. If an attractive guy is interested in taking me to bed and I feel that the chemistry is right, I don’t play games. I just take what I want, no strings attached.
But with Lucien, I feel different. I’m wildly attracted to him but it’s more than just superficial and sexual. I want to hear him laugh and feel his fingers clasped around mine and tell him all my secrets. I can’t remember ever feeling this way about a man. The thought of strings and attachments with him sounds like an outrageously pleasant idea. I crave more than sex. I crave intimacy with him.
And that scares me because he’s already seen the weakest part of
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