Changing His Game (Entangled Brazen) (Gamers) by Megan Erickson

putting her career before her own pleasure. And really, what was the point?
    And if…they made sure to keep their interactions far away from Gamers , well then, maybe she could have her cake and eat it too.
    She popped her eyes open and stopped dancing. She stood frozen as the man behind her slowly came to a halt. “You okay, baby? Want a drink?”
    She stared at Chad as he stood up and began to walk toward her, his brows furrowed in concern.
    The hand left her hip, and its owner must have spotted Chad, because he said, “You got a nice little body, sweetheart, but I’m not getting involved with you and your boyfriend.”
    His heat left her back and she exhaled, realizing how tense she’d been, how much his touch had actually repulsed her. And it wasn’t his fault. It was Austin’s. Damn that man.
    Chad reached her side and grabbed her hand. “You okay, Mars?”
    She looked up into her brother’s eyes. “I want to go home.”

    Chad kept glancing at her while he drove back to her apartment, but she was busy doing important things, like squinting at her phone.
    She didn’t have Austin’s number. She thought about looking him up on White Pages but didn’t feel like searching through a dozen Austin Rivers duds.
    So she pulled up her email and began typing.
    “What are you doing over there?” Chad asked.
    “Typing.” Oops, she erased a letter when she tried to type “m”. Stupid small keyboards.
    “What are you typing, Mars?” His voice was cautious.
    “An email.”
    “I—”
    “Just shut it, Chad. You got me drunk and now this is the end result, me emailing a guy who’s now given me, like, three orgasms, but yet I don’t have his number.”
    Chad shut up.
    And Marley kept typing.
    …
    Austin sat at his desk and rubbed his forehead. The headache was forming, the one that told him he needed to quit working and go to bed.
    It was Saturday and he’d been working all day. Well, not really working, more like staring at his computer screen and trying to decide if he wanted to sell Gamers or not. Why was this so hard? Grant was happy with Ethan as a business partner, so why couldn’t Austin pull the damn trigger?
    He sighed and went to shut down his computer for the night, when he saw he had an email. He figured it was junk, until he noticed it was to his Aricofthelobby account. He had set it up that all those emails came to his main inbox.
    And the only person who had that address?
    Marley.
    There was no subject. He took a deep breath and clicked to open the email.
    i tried so hard but i can’t stop. thinking of you. we never got the chance to see if i could come just from your voice.
    i want that chance.
    He wasn’t breathing. If he were asthmatic, he’d be grabbing his inhaler.
    She wanted that chance. And fuck, he couldn’t deny he wanted it too. He wasn’t done with Marley. She had more fantasies and he wanted to give them to her. He’d be her Sexual Fantasy Ambassador.
    Well, that title wasn’t so sexy. He wouldn’t bring that up around her.
    But it had to be him. He was born to touch her body, to see her flushed and sated. The thought of another man with his hand around her throat….
    Austin growled. A real, honest to God growl.
    He lunged across his desk for his phone, knocking it to the ground so he had to crawl under his desk to retrieve it. He bumped his head on his way back into his chair and swore.
    His heart was racing and his hands were sweaty. He almost dropped the phone again.
    In Marley’s email, she’d given him her phone number. He could have signed into Gamers’ electronic employee file and found her number. But that was weird, so he was glad he didn’t have to do that.
    The phone rang six times and went to her voicemail. Austin swore again, rubbed his head, and tried again.
    This time she answered, sounding breathless.
    “Hello?”
    Austin bit down on his lip, hard, until he heard a crunch.
    “Hello?” She giggled. “Who is this?”
    He released his lip. “Do you still