The Baller Read online Vi Keeland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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I took a deep breath, raised my knuckles and rapped on the door marked PH2.

No response.

Pulling out my phone, I checked the time—seven thirty-three. Maybe he was sleeping still, or in the shower . . . or had decided to leave early.

I knocked one more time. The second time louder than the first.

I had just started to turn away when I heard the sound of feet walking toward the door.

Brody answered, wearing only tight black boxer briefs. He had a toothbrush in his mouth, and his hair was a sexy mess. His foaming mouth turned to a smile.

I held up the bag of muffins. “I brought you breakfast.”

His eyes swept me from head to toe, making me feel deliciously violated. “You certainly did.”

I was very glad I’d changed my outfit four times and decided on something a bit on the sexy side.

He stepped aside, holding his arm out for me to enter. “Ladies first.”

I handed him the coffees as I passed. “Ladies first is just the Brody Easton way of saying, ‘Let me check out your ass.’”

“You know it.” He chuckled and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back after he had finished his teeth.

“I thought maybe you could use a happy wake-up call and something to eat.”

Brody took the bag from my hand and tossed it over his shoulder before wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me close. “That’s perfect. I’m fucking starving.”

“What are you doing?” He walked me backward until the backs of my knees hit the couch.

“I’m going to eat.” He gave me a gentle but firm shove so I fell back, landing on the couch. Looking up at him, my eyes stared at his beautiful face, but I was quickly distracted. Trailing down his broad shoulders, across his muscular pecs and abs, my gaze landed on his glorious carved V. That indentation could seriously make me forget my name.

“You look hungry, too.” He smirked, catching me ogling him.

“God, you wake up looking like that. Your body really is ridiculously incredible.”

He rubbed his bulging erection through his tight underwear. Watching him touch himself made me clench my thighs together. “I’m glad you like it. But I want to see more of yours. Pull up that skirt.”

I hesitated for a brief second. I’d only just walked in the door, and daylight was shining in through the living room windows. But I’d come here hoping to bring him some happiness in the midst of a couple of tough days. Plus . . . look at that V.

I reached down to the bottom of my skirt and gathered it, letting it bunch around my hips. I would look like a wrinkled mess at the office later, but I knew when Brody was done with me, I wasn’t going to care in the slightest.

“These are in the way.” He reached down, and with one quick tug tore off my brand new panties.

Before I could retort that I would have taken them off, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs.

Oh God.

He devoured me. Licking and sucking, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place when I started to wiggle around.

I need to move.

But the more I bucked, the harder he held me down and the more aggressive his tongue lashed out at me. It was frustrating—I needed to gyrate my hips to meet his rhythm. Realizing I wasn’t going to get anywhere pinned by his strength, I dug my fingers into his hair, attempting to take some control back.

He chuckled when I pulled his hair to move his head slightly up, but took the hint and shifted his focus to my aching clit. Alternating between fluttering and sucking, he brought me to orgasm. I had been inside of his apartment less than ten minutes.

He carried me to his bed after that, and we had sex.

Good sex.

No. Great sex.

The kind where he searched my face as he glided in and out of my body with smooth strokes and then, when my eyes fluttered open, our gazes met and he smiled down at me. Breathless and beautiful.

Afterward, he pushed the hair off my face as we both lay on our sides facing each other. “Thank you for giving me that.”

I grinned. “Thank you for giving me that.”

He laughed. “You know what I meant. For letting me get lost in you for a little while. And not complaining when I basically attacked you as you walked through the door.”

Complain? Was he crazy? “I can think of worse ways to be greeted.”

He kissed my lips gently. “Today is going to suck.”

I propped my head up on my elbow to listen.

“They’re warming us up to the idea of removing all the tubes and letting her go peacefully. I just know it.”

“I’m so sorry. That’s such a hard decision for you to make.”


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