Page 12 of Baller's Surprise Baby

What, the hell, Everly?! I guess I’m going to put it all out there now.

Ryder’s surprise morphs into something quizzical before I see a smirk forming and something in my chest relaxes. I’d been nervous for a second there. His shoulders inch down, and he slowly moves to rub his fingers across the back of my neck in the most amazing motion. Everything in me wants to melt into him, and my eyes close of their own accord before I jerk them back open in time to see his gaze flit down the length of my body and then back up.

“Well, I think you must be overlooking my naturally appealing qualities.” Somehow his voice is lower than normal, still as smooth and charming as ever but delightfully seductive, and it’s doing a number on me.

“Is that so?”

“Of course…you’re familiar with my best ‘quality’ already…” He waggles his brows at me and pointedly drops his eyes down to his waistline.

Are we really going to talk about this? We’ve never flirted before tonight…but I can’t quite bring myself to stop.

He’s so handsome, and that twinkle in his eye is one I’ve never seen directed at me before. I feel my mouth going dry. It’s enough to make a girl swoon. I try to swallow and put words together. There was something I was wondering about earlier, and it was important. What was it? Oh, yeah!

“So…you’re not seeing Ms. Locker room?”

His broadening grin is intoxicating, and that thing he’s doing with his fingers on the back of my neck is making me completely lose track of every sane thought.

“Nope, there’s no Ms. Locker Room.”

“And…and…nobody else?”

“Nobody else,” he whispers right before he swoops down to plant his lips on mine, and the whole universe comes to a halt as our lips meet.

9

Ryder

After fantasizing about Everly for days on end, I can’t believe this is happening. The moment our lips meet, I’m instantly alive and aware of every touch, every sound. It’s addicting. She smells like orange blossoms and some kind of sultry undertone reminiscent of velvet and gold. She’s money. She’s everything a man could ever hope to hold, and right now she’s in my arms, beneath my fingertips, kissing my lips.

I move my fingers from her nape to her jawline, stroking her cheeks as my mouth devours hers with an ever-increasing need for more. How can a woman taste like starlight? When she parts her lips, I angle my head to sweep my tongue inside and without thinking, my hands trail down her back and to her waist where they come to rest on top of one of the most magnificent curves God ever made.

I don’t think. Now that we’re in the moment, everything inside me is roaring to go. So, I pull her snuggly between my legs all the way in to let her feel my arousal. When she leans into me, I take it as a green light to scoot back on the bed and drag her along. Soon, I’ve got my back plastered to the tufted headboard, legs spread, with her kneeling in front of me on the covers as we explore each other.

When she breaks contact and leans back to pull off her shirt, her lush breasts level with my face and I feel myself nearly choke.

“God, woman!” Immediately I seize the globes, heedless of her bra, squeezing, lifting, testing their weight, before I tilt my head back to thank my lucky stars in heaven and then sag back against the bed board, utterly undone by the image of this woman.

“Damn! You’ve got to warn a man before you bring girls like these out…” I can’t resist. The moment I take my hand away from her boobs, I’m instantly drawn back again, and I massage more firmly than before as I grit my teeth and growl.

“With breasts like these, you could give a man a heart attack!” She smiles down at me in satisfaction, and I can feel my eyes glowing up at her. Oh, she knows what she’s doing to me, and she loves it as much as I do. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and pull her until our faces are almost touching so I can murmur, “You know just what you’re doing, don’t you? You’re going to destroy me, woman.” Her eyes twinkle, and she sighs with her dimples on full display as she lowers herself to rest all of her weight on her heels right there between my legs.

“I’m not here to destroy,” she whispers as her hands tug at my shirt. The moment I see where she’s going, I whip off the garment like it’s caught flame, so eager for her touch that I think I might explode.

She uses two fingers to rub lightly over the skin just above my pant line, and then walks her fingers up my body until she reaches my lips. There she seems to lose herself, and I’m thrilled to my core when I see a look of wonder cross her face as her hands trace over my brows, my hairline, cheekbones, and jaw. I’ve always loved physical touch, and like a giant cat I tilt my face into her hand, eyes closing, heart pounding, craving even more.

When I crack my lids back open, the look in her eyes is perfect. She’s fascinated with me…and I’m crazy about her.

“Look at us,” I murmur as I trail my fingers down her waist and the length of her thighs. “We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks…Do you know how many nights I dreamed of your touch? Pictured your hands on me? How often I came to the image of you stroking me?”

Her breath hitches and her pupils dilate while her heady scent grows even stronger. I splay my fingers over the top of her thighs and slowly run my hands back up toward her hips, this time dipping my thumbs low into the V of her legs. She gasps and drops her head back as her hips roll forward.

“I had to jack off before every photoshoot just so I could try to hide the erection you give me. You’ve been driving me wild, woman.” I massage her with my thumbs, pressing in, savouring her moans, while between us my pants stand tented at full salute. Leaning forward, I lift a hand back to her nape, scooting us closer and bending my knees to let my legs circle around her as I kiss her lips in motions that mimic my fingers below. Her moans are getting louder, and her hips are still undulating while her hair falls over the back of my hand in a silky caress.

Suddenly, she yanks back and reaches for my waistband, pulling it down. The moment she does, my dick springs free. She stares for a breath, her bee-kissed lips parted into a small smile, everything about her flushed and excited. I grit my teeth and try not to seize her, not to rush the moment, not to take her right this second and make her mine.

I’m rewarded when she stares down at my straining member and I hear her say, “Well, hello. We meet again.” And with that, she takes hold of me and pulls up in a long firm stroke that has me groaning in ecstasy. I grab her by the shoulders without thinking and then force myself to let go and grip the sheets instead. Patience! Patience!

Meanwhile, she’s a lit fuse with those perfect breasts popping between us, and I’m a keg of dynamite. I suck in deep breaths, but it soon turns to panting as she works me, one hand dipping low to cup my balls and the other stroking up with just the right amount of pressure, over and over. Everything in me is dancing to her touch, ready to bend to her will. I’m putty in her hands, but even as my heart races and my chest heaves, something inside prods me. If there’s one thing I’ve got it’s pride, and there’s no way I’m going to come on my own.

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