Broken Play by Baylin Crow

We’re friends, teammates—and we hook up. Often.
Shaw: He’s intense and the heat of his stare is hot enough to set fires.
The first time we got together, it was a spontaneous earth-shattering moment. I wanted more. So, of course I popped the question.
“Yours or mine for round two?” That’s where the trouble began. We agreed on an exclusive, no strings arrangement. When one of us is ready to walk away, we’ll still be friends. Perfect, right?
He’s not exactly a people person—understatement of the year—but I’ve seen the real him and he’s so much more than the broody loner others see him as.
But the brilliant plan backfired. I accidentally caught feelings.
Bishop: He could be my game-changer but there’s a problem.
He put a dent in my armor when he decided I needed a friend. Then he managed to crawl under my skin—and between my sheets.
He’s the one person in the world I trust, and he’s mine, for as long as this lasts. But I think I messed up and likely lost him for good.
The role in my family’s company I’ve been groomed for my entire life competes with my growing feelings for him. Turns out I can’t have them both.
What a terrible time to realize he means more to me than just a friend and convenient hookup.
Being friends with benefits is the perfect arrangement until someone falls in love.