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her favorites and there it was, that GIF that had started it all.
    It had always excited her, this vision of the man controlling the pleasure of this woman. Except now she knew what it actually felt like.
    And damn, but the reality was better than the fantasy. So much better. Because Austin had brought to life all her senses—the touch of his hands on her skin and the sound of his voice at her ear and the smell of his scent on her skin.
    Now she pictured Austin, those sea-green eyes glowing as he stood behind her. She felt his hand at her throat, the pads of his fingers digging into her skin, the constriction of her air, just enough so she couldn’t forget who was in control.
    His palm coasting down her stomach. His hand slipping into the front of her thong and dipping between her wet folds.
    She moaned softly, and raised her hips, not even realizing her hand had followed the same path and was now inside her panties. Her fingers were a sad substitute for Austin’s but she was achy and aroused and she needed to get off.
    She closed her eyes and swirled her fingers around her clit, biting her lip as the orgasm began to build. Quick, so quick. She’d never gotten herself off this fast.
    Austin’s words. His breath. His hands. That obscene bulge in the front of his pants.
    The orgasm ripped through her and she clamped her other hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds.
    She flopped her hands back onto the bed, spent, breathing hard. Wishing she could curl herself around a strong male body—Austin.
    She picked up her phone and lazily scrolled through her favorites, lingering on a picture of a woman with her back against the wall, blindfolded. A man kneeled in front of her, one of the woman’s legs thrown over his shoulder, his face pressed into her.
    Despite the fact that she’d just come, Marley found herself staring at the picture.
    Trust me, you’ll see him again, her brother’s words echoed in her head.
    She turned her phone off and tossed it on the nightstand.
    She sure hoped he was right.
    …
    By Wednesday, she hadn’t seen Austin. Which was fine because she was busy in meetings and getting her team organized for the next issue. She didn’t have time to daydream about Austin.
    Which didn’t stop her from zoning out at inappropriate times.
    During an unusual lull from work at the end of the day Wednesday, her email pinged. She kept on top of her inbox. Always had. Because as soon as she let that go, her whole job became harder.
    So she clicked over and almost swallowed her tongue when she saw the email was from [email protected].
    It couldn’t be anyone but him. Could it?
    She opened the email:
    From: AricoftheLobby
    To:[email protected]
    Are you wondering how I taste?
    —A
    She’d never thought she could get wet from six words in plain, Times New Roman font. But as she shifted in her chair, she knew she was. She craved privacy so she could take care of this properly.
    Damn him for doing this to her at work. It was so inappropriate, and yet that’s what turned her on the most. That everyone around her thought she was some uptight, controlling, frigid woman, not knowing that Saturday night, she’d been fingered in a movie theater lobby.
    How was this her life now?
    “Marley?”
    She jolted at the sound of her name and quickly closed the email. She brushed her hair behind her ear and turned around. “Yes?”
    She knew she looked anything but casual by the way Owen eyed her over the rim of his glasses. “You okay?”
    She nodded at her second-in-command. “Yes?”
    “Are you asking?”
    “No?” She couldn’t stop raising her voice at the end. She was going to kill Austin when she saw him next. After she got that damn taste.
    Owen leaned a hip on her desk. “Marley.”
    She waved a hand and shook herself. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…distracted. Sorry. What’s up?”
    He ran a finger over the head of her Yoda paperweight. “How was your weekend?”
    She smiled. “It was good.” Owen was