Page 37 of Game Changer
Maya
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
What
Am
I
Doing?
It’s the only coherent thought in my head when I shut the door to the office and twist the lock behind me. It’s soundproof in here, so the bass only beats quietly from the other side of the wall. Ethan’s chest is heaving as he looks around the small space. From the desk in the center of the room to the old hardwood floors and scratched-up walls, it’s not much, but it’s a place where we can be alone, which seems to be enough for him.
Flirting with Ethan was inevitable when I saw that girl almost make her move. Does it make me selfish? Entirely. But when have Ieverbeen selfish? Every decision I’ve made, I’ve put others before me. I plannedmylife around my parents, but when I’m with Ethan, I question all of it. How can someone who makes me feel this good not be suitable for me? My parents will have to see that at some point, right? The man wears his heart on his sleeve. Even now, every ounce of passion he has for me is displayed on his face. His eyes, which keep scanning my body from head to toe. His jaw, which is set in a firm line as if it’s taking everything in him to hold himself back from me.
I don’t want him to.
For once, I want to be selfish and have something for myself.
I’ve never had a thing for cowboys, but damn if Ethan doesn’t change my mind. He makes jeans and cowboy boots look criminally attractive. It should be against the law to look this fuckable.
Ethan takes a step closer and backs us up until my ass hits the edge of the desk. My knees threaten to buckle under the grip he has on my hips, and despite every warning alarm going off in my head telling me to stop this, I ignore each one. I’ll handle my parents later. Tonight, I’m taking control of my life and taking what I want.
And I want Ethan Davis.
“Should I be worried about cameras?” he whispers against the shell of my ear. Every section of skin his breath hits is ultrasensitive.
“Not in here.” I gasp when he nips my collarbone.“Ethan.”
His chest rumbles with a moan, and then he does something I’ve only imagined in my wildest fantasies. He drops to his knees on the hardwood floor, his eyesravenouswhen they lock with mine. I’m speechless as he runs his hands up the backs of my thighs, stopping beneath the hem of my skirt. “Your friends were right,” he says. “Men would get on their knees for a chance to be with you.”
“Ethan—”
“I would kiss the ground you fucking walk on, Maya.” His lips meet my knee, nearing my inner thigh, and I can’t help it when I run my fingers through his hair. I love the way his eyes flutter shut from the feeling. It’s like he melts from my touch and affection. “You’re the most stunning woman on the planet, inside and out, and if anyone has ever made you feel differently, I want to show you why they were so . . .” He parts my thighs with his hand, his entire face softening at what he sees. “Sowrong.”
Iwhimper.
I fucking whimper.
“But I’ve never done this before, so I need you to show me what you like.”
The thought of going another second longer without teaching him this is unbearable. I flip my skirt up to sit around my waist while simultaneously taking my thong off. My pussy is bare and throbbing before him, and when he darts his tongue out to lick his lips as ifpreparingto have the best meal of his life, I think I might faint.
“You can’t do this wrong,” I pant.
“Bullshit,” he scoffs. “I may have been a virgin when I met you, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t heard things. Guys can be bad at this.”
“You’re right, but I’m sayingyoucan’t do this wrong. The second your tongue hits my clit I’m going to be a fucking goner, Ethan. You have no idea how many times I’ve—”
“You’ve thought about it?” he asks. “Me, doing this?”
“All the time.”
I’m breathless when he moves closer and hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. My comment seems to have instilled more confidence, because he doesn’t look nervous when he kisses my inner thighs. “Are you wet?”
Using two fingers, I slide them between my legs and spread my pussy, and then I dip one into my core to show him just how wet I am. Arousal is evident when I pull it out. “What do you think?”
