Changing His Game (Gamers #1) Read Free

receptionist say Ms. Lake and maybe he shouldn’t have skipped lunch, because he was just light-headed enough to act like a fool and volunteer to help her.
    Marley.
    She was one of only three women in that office, and she held one of the highest positions at the magazine. She often ate lunch alone on the picnic table right outside of his office, the wind blowing through her curly brown hair, the sun catching on the red highlights.
    She usually wore tight pencil skirts that cupped her well-endowed ass, and stockings with a seam up the back with high heels. So many times he’d wanted to trace that seam with his fingers.
    He thunked his head on the car. He was a fool.
    Because up close, she was even better. Almond-shaped hazel eyes. Creamy, fair skin. A smattering of freckles on her nose.
    He’d admired her from afar for her beauty and her brains and ambition. But he’d stayed away because he had no business fraternizing with her.
    He realized it was just an assumption, but she seemed the type of woman who liked gentle sex full of sighing and declarations of love. Austin’s tastes ran…a little different. Rougher. Dirtier might be a good descriptor, too. Frankly, he liked control everywhere in his life. It was how he’d come to be this successful at thirty-two.
    And that need for control carried into the bedroom.
    He’d shoved Marley to the back of his mind as best as he could. She never gave off any sort of vibe that she’d be compatible with him in bed in any way.
    But that GIF.
    He moaned and shifted his hips. He’d been hard ever since he saw that image on her monitor. Since he heard the catch in her throat and saw the blush spread over her cheeks and top of her chest, visible along the V-neck of her shirt.
    Marley had been turned on. She’d liked that—the man’s hand at the women’s throat. Holding her. Claiming her. His hand dipping into her wet folds…
    Austin wrenched open the door and dropped into his seat, starting up his car and listening to the purr of the engine. The weather was finally warming up, announcing that spring in Willow Park, Pennsylvania, was in full force. After a particularly long and brutal winter, Austin was happy for it.
    He pulled out of the lot and steered toward home. He had to do something to get Marley out of his mind. To relieve this ache. He could call…
    He shook his head. No one else would do. He liked specific things and that took a specific woman. A trusting woman. A strong woman.
    Like Marley , a voice whispered in his head, and he gunned the engine down the highway. He wondered what other fantasies she had, which made his mind race and his knuckles turn white where they gripped the steering wheel.
    His phone rang and he glanced at the display before answering. “Hey, Grant.”
    “Am I catching you at a bad time?” There was a hint of a smile in Grant Osprey’s voice. “Date maybe?”
    He was usually amused at his friend’s attempts to encourage a social life. Tonight he wasn’t. “I’m leaving Gamers after checking up on IT. What can I do for you?”
    Grant clucked his tongue. “So formal.”
    “Grant—”
    “Can you take Syd to the new movie out tomorrow? That Axel Revenge thing?”
    There was a teasing tone to his voice now. It was like Grant couldn’t have a conversation without trying to annoy the shit out of Austin. He’d never admit it, but Austin actually liked it.
    Grant knew the name of the movie. The magazine they owned together had reported on it for the last year. And Grant was the only one who knew Austin had spent most of his early twenties creating the video game on which it was based. “ Aric’s Revenge .”
    “Oh, is that the name of it?” Still with the teasing tone, but Grant sounded distracted, which wasn’t unusual. The man was always completing about five tasks at once, with a side of ADD.
    Austin sighed. “ Aric’s Revenge , that’s the name of the movie, adapted from the video game of the same name, which sold over fifty