I slid the key card into the hotel door with a shaky hand, the weight of our World Cup exit still pressing on my shoulders like a leaden jersey. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow spilling from the bathroom, and the air carried the faint scent of lavender and warm steam. My bag hit the floor with a dull thud as I stepped inside, and there she was—Solène, my Solène, reclining in the oversized tub with her dark hair piled high in a messy knot that exposed the elegant curve of her neck. Water lapped at her bare shoulders, her skin glistening like polished bronze under the light, and the sight of her hit me like a sudden goal in extra time, melting the tension in my chest.

She looked up, eyes widening with that mix of surprise and desire that always made my pulse race, and I crossed the room in three strides before dropping to my knees beside the tub. "Kenan," she breathed, her voice a soft anchor pulling me back from the edge. I leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue sliding against hers as one hand plunged into the water to cup her full breast, thumb circling the hardening nipple until she arched into my touch. "God, I missed you," I murmured against her lips, the words rough with everything I'd held back during the flight home. "Missed this. Missed us."

She smiled into the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair. "I missed you too, baby. So much it hurt." The ache in her voice mirrored my own, and I stood just long enough to strip off my travel clothes, my cock already thick and jutting forward, heavy with need. I climbed into the tub behind her, the hot water enveloping us both as I pulled her back against my chest, my erection pressing insistently along the curve of her ass. Her body fit perfectly against mine, soft and yielding, and I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent while my hands roamed lower, ready to lose myself in her completely.

My fingers traced lower through the water, finding the smooth heat of her inner thighs as I spread them gently, my cock throbbing against the cleft of her ass. "Tell me about your day," Solène murmured, her voice soft yet inviting, her head tilting back against my shoulder as my palm cupped the slick warmth of her pussy, one finger gliding along her folds without pressing inside just yet. I exhaled hard, the steam and her scent wrapping around us like a shield. "It was a disaster. The match ended everything—eliminated, just like that. And outside the hotel, these Turkish fans were everywhere, shouting, banging on the windows, their faces twisted in disappointment. They came all this way hoping for glory, and we gave them nothing. I felt like the biggest failure on the pitch, letting everyone down."

Her body shifted in my arms, pressing back more firmly as my fingertip circled her clit in slow, teasing strokes, drawing a quiet gasp from her lips. "Kenan, you played your heart out," she said, her hand reaching up to stroke my jaw, her touch easing the knot of guilt in my chest. "Those fans love you because of who you are, not just the wins. This isn't on you alone—it's a team thing, and you gave everything. I'm so proud of you, always." The water rippled around us with each subtle movement, her breasts rising and falling as my free hand kneaded one, the nipple stiff under my thumb, and the tension in my shoulders began to unwind at her words.

I kissed the damp skin of her neck, my erection grinding slowly against her as emotion swelled hotter than the bath. "I love you," I whispered, the words raw and urgent, my fingers dipping to part her pussy lips and feel the slick evidence of her arousal mixing with the water. "I love you too," she breathed back, turning her head

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