Changing His Game (Entangled Brazen) (Gamers) by Megan Erickson Read Free Book Online

people in their own compartments, on a need-to-know basis, made the most sense.
    He felt a tug of guilt at not telling Grant about this. But now there was another tug, like two hooks in his chest. Because he was keeping something from Marley, too. Something that could affect her career—and his—if anyone found out.
    Goose bumps pricked his arms as he thought about how he was already breaking so many rules with Marley. The public nature of the hotel lobby. These emails—even if he used a fake account.
    His body jolted as a return email hit his inbox.
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    Yes. I’m guessing you’re not cherry flavor.
    —M
    Austin barked out a laugh. The harsh sound surprised him. When was the last time he laughed like that with a woman about something sexual?
    He shifted in his chair as he hardened in his dress pants.
    He had wondered if she’d chastise him for emailing her at work. And part of him wondered if she’d realize it was him.
    But no, his Marley was playing along. And making him laugh.
    The muscles in his face hurt. Maybe he should smile more.
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    I don’t think I’m as sweet as you.
    — A
    The return email came half an hour later. A half hour he spent color-coding his pens.
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    That’s okay. I like savory, too.
    — M
    He was officially hard. And officially unable to do any work that required more than a single brain cell’s worth of concentration.
    He pushed away from his desk and stalked out of his office. His facial muscles fell back into his comfortable scowl. He opened up the refrigerator and glared at the contents. Then he slammed the door shut and walked upstairs.
    He’d built a house at the end of a quiet street full of older homes and even older residents. His home wasn’t visible from the road, as it was built about five hundred yards back in an acre of woods, accessible by a twisty driveway that was a bitch to shovel in the winter. His snow blower was his best friend in January.
    When he got to his bedroom, he directed his glare at his empty bed.
    He’d already taken a shower that morning, but this hard on wasn’t going away and he needed to surround himself with white noise.
    He pulled his tie loose and then unbuttoned his shirt, slipped off his shoes and socks, and stepped out of his pants.
    He walked naked into his bathroom, to his large, tiled shower with a showerhead he’d spent way too much money on. He’d grown up in a home with a small water tank and a shower with water pressure so bad, he swore he walked around with a permanent film on his body. So if he wanted to spend hundreds on a showerhead now, he was sure as hell going to do it.
    He stepped into the steaming water, not really surprised that his hard on hadn’t lessened. Not one bit.
    He leaned back against the shower wall and let the water pelt his chest and stomach. He gathered soap in his palm and ran his hand down between his legs, rolling his balls in his fingers. He groaned and closed his eyes, imagining Marley kneeling at his feet, those hazel eyes staring up at him, those full, pink lips wrapped around his cock. He gripped his shaft and began to stroke. His own hand was a poor substitute but imagination was a powerful thing. He imagined Marley’s soft moans, his fingers tangled in her thick, wet, curly hair.
    “Touch yourself,” he whispered to her, and then watched as her hand disappeared between her legs.
    Her hips rocked in time with her head as she bobbed on his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and swirled her tongue around the tip.
    He moaned and heard her echo him as she took him deep, so deep that he touched the back of her throat.
    He could feel his orgasm building. He widened his legs and dug his toes into the non-skid shower floor. His balls drew up and he whispered, “Come.”
    And she did, with a moan that seeped out around his cock