Page 90 of The Baller

Lux was waiting for me in the same spot he always did as I jogged out of my halls. Only this time, I launched myself into his arms. It was all credit to him that he caught me. Good thing he was paid to catch for a living.

“Hey,” he greeted as he smashed his lips to mine with a chuckle. “You look happy.”

“I am happy,” I replied, as he placed me back on the ground, slinging an arm over my shoulders until I snuggled into him and we walked to his car, parked next to the Secret Service. “Someone asked Millie today if we were dating.”

He stopped, his eyes fixing on mine, and he pulled the rim of my cap down an inch. My Lions cap. “Yeah, we have not been very good at hiding it recently.”

“Nope.”

“Then next time, tell her to say that yes, we fucking are.”

“That’s what I told her.”

His mouth found mine again, his broad smile pressing hard against mine. “Good girl.”

EIGHTEEN

LUX

“What’s another word for conquer?”

“Subdue. Vanquish. Defeat. Overpower…”

Radley turned to me with wide eyes. “Okay there, Mr. Thesaurus. Just needed one.”

“Hey,” I said as I prodded her ribs, making her squeal loudly. “You ask, I deliver. Don’t hear you complaining when I overachieve with anything else.”

Shifting her laptop to the side, she tilted her head and quirked a brow. “Like what? Can’t think of anything you’ve been overachieving at lately.”

Oh, okay. That’s the game she wanted to play.

We’d been lying on my bed for three hours and had sex twice, five orgasms between us, and during the intermissions, we’d been working on her essay.Shewas working on it, I was reading and passing on any knowledge I had, even though it was clearly unappreciated.

Marking my page, I closed my book and tossed it to the side.

“Do I need to remind you, young lady?”

“Remind me of what?”

She might be trying her best to appear indifferent, but the second my fingertips brushed along her ankle, the typing paused.

“Remind you of what your body wants when I’m around. Of what it needs from me. Of what I can give it.” I dragged a finger along the center of her panties. “Remind you that this ismypussy.”

She shrugged. Fuckingshrugged, and went back to typing. “Yeah, maybe.”

I bit down on my grin. I didn’t know who this almost naked girl was in my bed, but it certainly wasn’t the Radley I met over two months ago. The sometimes angry, sometimes shy, mostly nervous Radley had been replaced by someone so full of sass… actually, nah, she’d always had sass.

But this Radley,myRadley, was also confident, demanding, assertive, and sexy as fuck. And a demon in the sack.

I’d created a monster.

I hadn’t bothered putting on a fresh shirt, and she’d barely looked up from the laptop as I kneeled in front of her. If it weren’t for the shallow breaths, or the way her thighs parted an extra inch, or the damp patch on her panties, I’d say she didn’t give a fuck that my palms were now running up the inside of her calves because her acting skills were on point today.

I’d show her Mr. Overachiever. I’d make her come so hard she’d black out.

My dick was already awake by the time my lips brushed the inside of her thighs, trailing a hot, wet path upwards. I briefly glanced up to see if she was watching, but nope, she was still typing.

Okay then…

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