“What would they think?” All I can picture is the Atwood brothers discovering the app and going rogue with it.

He grins. “They’d think I’m happy to please a woman.”

“They wouldn’t question you about it? I mean, they know you’re not seeing anyone.”

Paxton stares at me, studying me before speaking, “Listen, I know you’re nervous and I value your feelings, but trust me, nobody is going to see this app.” He lets out a deep sigh. “My brothers don’t take my phone and study it.”

I laugh at my ridiculous thoughts. He’s right. “Let’s just order some food. And watch Fifty Shades Of Grey for research.”

For the rest of the evening, things are easy between us, and my anticipation grows. Soon I’ll have Paxton getting me off in public. The scene with Meg Ryan faking an orgasm in When Harry Met Sally comes to mind, and I wonder if I’m ready for this.

But nothing could prepare me for what really happens.

Chapter Eight

Paxton

The trees blur into streaks of green as I push the accelerator harder, going faster than I should be. The need to get home from this latest trip is overwhelming, and it has nothing to do with wanting to sleep in my own bed. Nope, not this time. This time it’s knowing that soon Hartford will be wearing a vibrator that I control.

It’s fucked up on so many levels, but every time I think about it, my dick gets hard. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ll be getting Hartford off, or if it’s because I’ll be in control. I never thought of myself as a dominant guy. Sure, in the bedroom I tend to be demanding and rough, but I’ve never taken complete control of someone’s orgasm.

It’s a powerful feeling.

My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts and I should be grateful, but I’m pissed because a part of me wants to keep thinking about Hartford.

“What?” I snap out.

“That’s how you greet your sister now?” Anya says.

I scrub a hand down my face, regretting the decision to answer the phone without looking. “Sorry, Anya. What’s up?”

I know why she’s calling, but I’m going to play stupid. I’m staying out of whatever is going on between her and Callum. Personally, I think he’s being a dramatic prick, and she’s being an entitled diva, but I’ve kept my mouth shut.

Anya wants to work at the brewery now that she’s home from college. Callum wants no part of it. I’m not even sure why he won’t give her a chance to prove herself. Her ideas are good. I guess.

“Where are you?”

“Driving home from Danforth. Been on the road selling beer for a few days and I’m eager to sleep in my own bed.”

“How’d you make out?”

“It was good. What’s this phone call really about?”

She sighs as I turn onto the highway that will lead me back to Magnolia Ridge.

“Have you spoken to Callum?”

“No, why?”

“Do you think he’d listen to a proposal from me?”

I keep driving. “Proposal about what?”

“I have a few ideas on how to increase the profits at Atta Boy.” My sister’s voice is nervous. I can tell.

One thing about Callum is he doesn’t like being told how to run his business. I’m not sure how he’s going to feel about Anya giving him ideas. Sure, he should listen. That would be the rational thing to do. However, we’re talking about Callum here. He’s anything but rational.

“You know how Callum is,” I say, not really needing to elaborate.