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into the now-dark loft.
     
    And I come.
     
    My whole body convulses with the most forceful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Chapter 11
     
    Lucien
     
     
     
    The bedcovers shuffle lightly in the darkness. I turn over on the couch to see Julia slowly easing her feet over the side of the bed and onto the floor, careful not to make a sound. Her long, golden hair cascades down her bare, sculpted back in soft waves. The curve of her nude ass is partially obscured by the white cotton sheets. I watch in silence as she slides her fingers across the face of her smartphone, the soft light glowing in the blackness of the room.
     
    Last night, after I’d brought her to a powerful orgasm under my tongue and fingers, she’d quickly fallen asleep on the couch. I had picked her up and laid her out on my bed, wrapping her in the soft sheets. I had been so tempted to wake her up and kiss her and touch her and fuck her until she peaked again and again just so I could watch her beautiful face contort with pleasure.
     
    But I decided to let her rest. That was the right thing to do.
     
    And besides, I expected that we would pick up right where we left off first thing in the morning, but now, I see her trying to sneak away.
     
    She hesitates for a long moment before she picks up the pen on my dressing table and jots quickly onto the notepad on the table.
     
    Then, she tiptoes across the room, and retrieves her clothes from the chair where I’d put them after I neatly folded them as she slept. I watch as she gets dressed then leans into the mirror above the mantle and uses her fingers to brush her hair into place. She creeps towards the door and slides her black canvas sneakers onto her feet. She throws one final glance towards the couch where I’m lying, pretending to sleep, before she eases the front door open and steals away into the night.
     
    After a beat, I swing my feet to the floor and pad over to the dressing table to read her note.
     
    Thank you, Lucien. For everything . – J., it says simply.
     
    I walk to the window overlooking the street. I watch as she stands on the curb and punches at the screen of her phone before bringing it to her face. She glances both ways before ambling across the narrow street below my window. I watch her disappear into the night.
     
    She will be come , I try to convince myself. After a night like last night, she will definitely come back.

Chapter 12
     
    Lucien
     
     
     
    “ Putain de motherfucking merde, Beauvier! ” Coach Anderson growls in his mangled version of the French language, his voice carrying all the way across the football field. “ Tu as l’intention de jouer du football aujourd’hui , or what?”
     
    This asshole has the nerve to ask if I intend on playing football today.
     
    I have every intention of playing football today, Coach. I just have to get my goddamned knee on board.
     
    When Anderson took the position as lead coach of our team last year, the fans were up in arms about having a British transplant coaching our national Olympic team, but the higher-ups were convinced that passing up on Anderson was out of the question. He has three major international championship victories under his belt, after all. I have to admit that I think he’s been doing a decent job so far even though he’s a fucking ball-buster.
     
    But to be fair, I’m playing like shit today.
     
    My knee is killing me and it doesn’t help that Julia is on my mind. Was I a fucking idiot for letting her sneak out of my apartment this morning? She hasn’t called all day and I don’t want to get all worked up about it, but we have unfinished business…in my bed.
     
    I’ve missed the last six balls that were kicked my way and if I thought that the coach would be lenient on me just because I’m playing injured, I was fucking wrong.
     
    I get no sympathy. No compassion.
     
    This is professional soccer; if I can’t handle the game, I might as well get off the field. No one’s going to slow