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

back. She wraps her lips around me and draws my cock deep inside her again and again as she slips her tongue around the most sensitive parts. Her hands are running up and down my legs, my sack, my ass, until I need to pound myself inside her. I have to fuck her sweet little pussy.
    Dragging her over to the bed this time, I lay her down, and kiss down the length of her body. She’s squealing, and when I plunge into her sweet softness, it's beyond any pleasure I’ve ever felt. Everything about her, the way she smells, tastes, feels—it’s perfection. Our hips buck wildly as we fuck, tempting and teasing and dying to get closer. There’s a hot core of energy building and building inside me. I try to keep myself under control, I want to fuck her forever, but the contractions from her pussy as she comes push me over the edge. I’m falling into her. We’re crying out, screaming each other’s names, writhing, bucking. I jet inside her, and I watch her face change as she hits orgasm one more time. Our bodies shiver and quake and finally come to rest, and for a long time the only sound in the room is our breathing synching as we recover.
    You’re so sexy,” she says. “The way you smell … the way you taste.” She kisses my neck softly. “The way you make love to me.”
    “I was just thinking the same about you.” I pull her closer and we hold each other, each of us wondering what is happening to us.

10
    Odell
    I do my best not to bite my lip—I know it makes me look unprofessional, but damned if Carlton hasn’t pegged exactly how to make me feel unprofessional. Breathe, Odell. I place my purse in my lap, one hand resting on my phone inside, ready to hit record at any moment. Carlton is going to try to intimidate me, and I’m ready for him.
    “Now whatever's going on between you and Gryphon James has got to stop, and quickly, Odell, or you're off the case.” His eyes look about twice their normal size, and his face is a fiery red.
    “To what are you referring, Carlton?” I say coolly, and take a slow sip of my coffee. Don't choke. Don't choke , I tell myself. I manage to swallow it and look back at him, chin high. “You know, I’m thinking of recording this conversation.”
    He scoffs. “Do what you like, Odell. Our conversation certainly isn’t going to be painting you in a good light. After your, what should we call it…your little performance in the conference room,” he says, “and our conversation, I thought that we understood each other.” He shakes his head. “But that was before I knew that you went home with Mr. James after the football game—a man who is a client in our law firm! I expected so much more of you, Odell.” He shakes his head in a parody of paternalistic outrage. “Honestly, if your father only knew what your reputation had in store.” He huffs and puffs, and revs himself up for another attack. “Personally, I’ll have you know that before any of this happened, I never wanted to see you made partner, or at the very least, not this early in your career. I told them you weren’t ready, that you might never be ready.” I try to keep my cool. So he’s had it out for me all this time, has he?
    “You've only been working here for a short time for crying out loud, and it’s already been made one hundred percent clear that I was absolutely right in all regards. It’s just shameful.” He shakes his head ruefully, disbelief warring with sheer anger on his face.
    “Where do you get your information, Carlton?” I ask. I don't want to accuse him, but I won’t admit to an unproven charge against me. How could he have any clue what happened without spying on me and Gryphon both? It seems that Carlton Smith has a little too much interest in my business. Whatever he’s up to, I don’t like it.
    “That's not really your concern, Miss Williams, but I suppose you should know that we do keep a pretty close watch on our associates here. And why? Because your reputation affects our