Free Game On by Tracy Solheim

passionate Italian she’d been engaged to—that she could lose control so easily. She’d definitely never been one to experience the toe-curling orgasms that she’d read about in magazines.
    Until now.
    She was on the verge of coming, and she was still fully dressed with just Shane’s tongue in her mouth as his hard body rubbed against her. She wanted him naked and inside of her. Now.
    “Yo, Devlin. You up here?”
    The sound of Donovan Carter’s voice was like ice water being dumped on her. With strength she didn’t know she possessed, she pushed Shane off her and jumped to her feet. They both struggled to catch their breath. She forced her eyes to meet his. The heat and passion she saw reflected there made her shiver. With his hair tousled, his lips swollen and red, and his erection straining his already tight jeans, it was impossible to mistake his intentions.
    “Oh God,” Carly whispered. What had she almost done?
    “Shane!” Donovan called again, his voice drawing nearer.
    Shane continued to stare at her. Donovan was about to walk through the door. One look at Shane, and he’d know exactly what they’d been up to. Carly quickly turned to the window, her back to the door.
    “In here,” Shane called out, his voice a low growl.
    She said a silent prayer that he would at least sit down before Donovan arrived.
    “Hey you two . . .” Donovan’s voice trailed off as he entered her office.
    Neither one of them replied. Carly didn’t dare turn around, sure that her neck and her nipples still showed the effects of their encounter.
    “Everything okay in here?” Donovan’s tone had an edge to it now. He was no fool. The man had been a criminal investigator. Carly felt her face redden at the thought.
    “Everything’s fine.” Shane’s voice held a challenge in it. Just what she needed: two alpha males ready to duke it out over her honor.
    “Ohh-kay,” Donovan said slowly. “I’ll just wait out here. We need to leave right away if you want to make that flight, Shane.”
    All she could manage was a wave over her shoulder as Donovan left the office. Mentally, she braced herself for Shane to say something, do something. Instead, she heard the scratch of the pen on paper and then it being flung back on the desk. He left without saying a word.
    Leaning her forehead against the glass window, she took a deep breath. She debated with herself which was more mortifying: the fact that she had almost given it all to Shane Devlin, or that they had nearly been caught by the head of Blaze security. Shane didn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell. She only hoped he could keep Donovan from spreading gossip. Two things she knew for sure: Shane Devlin had the power to overwhelm all her sensibilities, and she needed to avoid being alone with him at all costs.

Five
    A fat bead of sweat trickled down the back of Shane’s neck, adding to his already soaked T-shirt as his feet pounded the pavement. Despite a light breeze, the late afternoon sun and a brisk five-mile run combined to produce a sheen of sweat all over his body.
    “I swear, I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, man.” Donovan let out a little huff as he kept pace beside Shane. “She looked like a chick from one of those lip-syncing girl bands, only not so hot, you know? She stood there in this funky pink outfit—I mean nauseatingly pink—with big, bug-eye sunglasses on, and blasted poor Carly. Not that she was much of a threat. Jeez, she’s all of five and a half feet tall in her spiked heels. She looks a lot taller on TV. Dude, she even had a dog in her purse! Damn, that thing was ugly.” Donovan’s whole body shook at the thought of the dog.
    Shane laughed at his friend’s antics. Apparently the arrival of Gabe Harrelson’s new bride provided quite the side show at the Blaze offices earlier in the day.
    “What’s she so fired up about anyway?” Shane asked as they jogged through the neat residential neighborhood. Small brick condos