Page 92 of The Baller

“Harder!”

Jesus Christ, my balls couldn’t take it.

“I want you coming, Goldilocks,” I gritted out. “I can’t hold this any more.”

The corkscrew in my spine was making it impossible to breathe; short bursts were all I could manage. I ground down on her, hitting her clit with each drive forward.

Her eyes rolled back and her jaw had slackened; she was so close I could taste it.

“Fucking let go, Radley.”

She exploded a nanosecond before I did, pulling me with her into a freefall I never wanted to land from. I would die if she hadn’t already killed me. Hot spurts shot out of me with every violent clench of her pussy until I’d been wrung dry. I had nothing left to give.

Collapsing to the side, I found myself almost impaled by the laptop.

Best study session ever.

I turned to face her on the pillow, soaking in her flushed, sweaty cheeks. “Let’s clean up, then I’ll make you dinner while you finish this, and we’re having an early night.”

“Okay,” she replied and pressed her lips to mine before hopping out of the bed and peeling her tank off.

I took a second to watch her ass jiggle on the way to the bathroom. My dick was hard before I heard the water switch on. It was going to fall off at this rate.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

Grabbing the laptop before it fell off the bed, I glanced at the screen. A roar of laughter barreled out of me. The last paragraph of her essay was merely a jumble of letters. She’d been typing nothing but nonsense.

Indifferent my ass.

“Are you coming?” Radley called

I’d never sprinted so fast.

“When’s that paper got to be in?”

“Tomorrow.”

“How much have you got left?”

She slammed her laptop closed and looked up with a smile, a blinding one. “None. I’m done.”

“You’ve finished it?”

“Yup.”

I slapped her outstretched palm. “Well done, Goldilocks. Can I read it?”

Her golden eyes sparkled under a flutter of batted lashes. “Once you’ve fed me.”

I turned back to the stove, picked up the pan of fresh pasta and drained it. Throwing a handful of parmesan into it, along with a drizzle of oil and chopped parsley, I spooned it into a bowl and placed it in front of her. “Eat up, then.”

“Where’d you learn to cook like this?” she mumbled through a Tanner-sized mouthful.

One thing I’d discovered about Radley was that she loved to eat, and I fucking loved watching her. It was almost foreplay. I scooped another portion and sat down next to her at the island.

It was just the two of us as Tanner and Parker had hit the bars, Ace was with Payton, and I found myself thinking I could get used to this.

Radley and me.

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