Free Quarterback's Surprise Baby (Bad Boy Ballers Book 2) by Imani King

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    “Serious as a heart attack,” I say. “I can't help it. I want you again.” I grab her around the waist.
    “So wait,” she says, pulling away. “You're sure that the reason Sabrina charged you is to extort money from you, right?” she asks. “But do you have any proof? Anything at all?”
    “We're going to talk about that whole mess again?” I ask, disappointed. “Right now?” I stroke her cheek and her neck. “Can't we save that for the meeting? I’d rather concentrate on other things since I have you naked in front of me.”
    “Well once my brain gets going on a topic, it's really hard for me to get off of it.”
    “I take that as a personal challenge,” I say, drawing her close to me again. “Getting your mind off of all that? Piece of cake.”
    “Oh, I know that,” she smiles wickedly. “Believe me, I know that better than anybody. But you know that feeling when you're bringing the ball down the field, and you want to make a touchdown, how everything else disappears and you'll do anything to get it?”
    “I do,” I smile. “Yes.” I felt that a few times tonight. It's one of the main pleasures of my life.
    “Well that's how I feel when I have to win a case, and I believe I can.” Her gorgeous eyes narrow. “And you're my touchdown right now, Gryphon James.”
    “I can see why you're a good lawyer.” Her hard-core determination is obvious. And attractive. And reassuring.
    “So if you don't have proof, I have to find some.” Now it's her turn to kiss me on the cheek. I grab her ass and give it a good squeeze as she stands on her tiptoes to reach my rough, stubble-shadowed jaw.
    “Well if you can do that, more power to you,” I say.
    “See you in the meeting tomorrow, champ,” she says and pats me on my ass. “Isn't that how they do it on the field?”
    “That's how they do it, but this is how I do it—to you,” I smile, and grab her luscious ass to persuade her one last time into round two.
    She melts against me now, and I feel her resistance weakening, and her desire taking over. I’ve never been with a woman like her and she drives me wild—the way she kisses me and our tongues intermingle, twining together she squeezes me closer.
    I want to claim her—take her as mine, write MINE across her, sign my name on her pussy. I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life. My hands trace the hem of the shirt she just put on and pull it up over her head. She’s squirming in my arms. Slipping my hand underneath the waistband of her the lacy thong, I draw it slowly down her legs this time and she steps out of it. She kisses me hard, her lips soft, her tongue wild.
    Damn, I could fuck this girl forever. I love feasting my hands on her beautiful body. Every curve of her figure, the softness of her taut skin, and the raging heat between us. I grind up against her as she wraps her legs around me. Every swipe of her tongue sends electricity down to my cock, making me harder and harder. I can sense how ready she is for me right now, but I’m teasing her, taking my time to enjoy each jolt of electricity that we’re sending through each other.
    I pull off each last wisp of fabric, and she stretches her arms over her head, her breasts standing at attention. My tongue swirls over her skin, hot and salty in my mouth. She kneels down, looking up at me, eyes wide. Her hand grasps my hard length, and her she kisses and licks me.
    Before she takes my cock into her mouth, I tilt her chin up and run my thumb over her rose-petal lips. She kisses my fingers, taking one into her mouth, a prelude to sucking my cock, teasing me back. Then she runs her tongue over the head of my cock and swallows me so I’m inside her mouth. As she swirls her tongue around the head, I’m overcome and need her to take me in, the full length pushing down into her throat. She responds, opening up and moaning vibrations through my stiff length.
    “Yeah, that's it, good girl,” I murmur. My head falls