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Page 21 of Game Changer (Hidden Attractions #2)

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 I ever been selfish?

Every decision I’ve made, I’ve put others before me.

I planned my life 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 eyes ravenous when 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. “ So wrong.”

I whimper .

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 if preparing to 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 saying you can’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?”

He leans forward and takes my fingers into his mouth, sucking while maintaining eye contact with me. My mouth drops at the sensation, and I can see how his eyes darken when my taste hits his tongue.

Ethan Davis, who has worn so many different masks, isn’t wearing one at all when he runs his tongue tentatively along my slit. The wind is knocked from my lungs the second he delves inside, and my hand remains wrapped in his hair to try and hold on to something to keep me tethered to this world.

“Oh my god .” His moaned words are muffled between my thighs.

His grip on my hips tightens as he drags me more onto his mouth. I’m worried I’m suffocating him, but he makes no complaints as he continues to experiment with his tongue.

I splay one hand out behind me on the desk, knocking over a pen holder in the process. I couldn’t give two shits about the pens rolling on the floor. Not when Ethan is seconds away from tasting precisely what he’s striving for.

But then he rips his mouth from between my thighs, eyeing the mess. “Are you okay?” He pants. “Does it feel good for you?”

“Ethan, don’t fucking stop.” I tighten my hold on his hair and drag him back exactly where he was.

The tentative, nervous, shy boy is nowhere to be found when he flicks his tongue against my clit and smiles .

I throw my head back, my hips voluntarily bucking to grind against his tongue.

I can feel the pressure building. I can feel the dip in my lower stomach, letting me know I’m close, and Ethan seems to sense that.

My motions have grown frantic, desperate .

“You’re doing so good,” I practically moan.

“There’s no way this is your first time. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“ Please .” His voice vibrates against my clit, and it’s all I need to make me come so hard that light bursts behind my eyelids.

Stars erupt everywhere in the room as I shatter against his tongue.

Nothing has ever felt so right. So good .

Ethan’s tongue is ecstasy in its purest form, and so is his voice when he moans against me, his tongue licking and tasting everything I have to offer.

He sits back on his knees, his mouth glistening with my arousal, and I don’t think twice before I bend down to kiss him. His tongue entwines with mine, and where we were borderline animalistic a second ago, this kiss is slower. Calculated. Intimate .

My hands caress his cheeks when I pull back and ask, “How was it?”

He licks his lips as if he’s already reminiscing. “I think I like doing that. A lot , actually.”

“Well, I think you’ll enjoy having it done to you a lot more.” I flick my eyes down to the pitched tent in his jeans. It sends a rush of heat down my spine knowing I affect him so much. “Trade places with me.”

I’m about to kneel when he shakes his head and rises from the hardwood floor. “It’s your birthday. Let’s have tonight be about you.”

“Are you kidding?” No man has ever not expected something in return from me. I don’t feel right being devoured like a five-star meal only to leave him starving. I’m a giver, not a taker. I’ve been that way my whole life.

And yet, so has he.

“You haven’t had sex since—” I shake my head, not wanting to know if he’s slept with someone else aside from me.

He grips my chin and forces my gaze to his. “There’s been no one since you. I’ve waited this long. I can wait a bit longer.”

It’s horrifying how much relief blossoms in my chest at his confession.

I shouldn’t care this deeply about him when my parents aren’t going to be easy to convince.

But thinking things through isn’t my forte, and now that the lust cloud has faded, I’m left with the potential repercussions of my decision.

But I can’t find it in myself to regret it.

When we get back to the dorm an hour later, Ethan kisses me goodbye before I shut the door, but I don’t even have the chance to twist the lock before he pushes it open again, his hands landing on my hips.

“Can I taste you again?” he asks between kisses. “Please?”

I land on my mattress and tug him on top of me, nodding eagerly as Ethan hikes my skirt up and slides down my body. He settles himself between my thighs, and since I didn’t bother to put the thong back on earlier, it gives him perfect access.

It’s ironic I’m still wearing this angel costume because as Ethan performs the most sinful acts between my thighs with vulgar words spilling from his tongue, I’m the furthest thing from pure.

And I still don’t regret it.

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