Page 19 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

Yes, he’s good-looking. Ugh, no, that’s not true. He’s a damn Adonis god.

I refuse to let his head get any bigger. Even if the idea of seeing how big his dick is made my nipples harden. He says something, but I’m not listening. Not paying attention, because all my thoughts are thinking about how this man gives off big dick energy.

“Earth to Hartford.”

I blink. “What?”

He leans closer, crossing his muscular arms across his solid chest. “I said, my ego is only boosted when it’s a compliment from you.”

I smile, loving how he’s capable of making me feel special. “All right, smooth talker. Are we staying in or going out?”

“Hart, if you don’t open that vibrator, I’m gonna do it for you.”

My cheeks heat and I drop my gaze to his feet. “I don’t want to open it in front of you,” I whisper.

His fingers lift my chin, tipping my head up. “After my trip, I’ll be controlling that vibrator while you wear it.” His voice is low and deep, almost seductive. “I think it’s safe to open it in front of me.”

Holy fuck. My panties just got wet at the idea of Paxton controlling my orgasm. I’ll need to dissect that feeling later. Alone.

His green eyes stay locked with mine, searching for something I would totally give him at this moment. Our faces are inches apart, and I can feel his warm breath blowing across my skin.

It’s Paxton standing in front of me, but the urge to push up on my tippy toes and see what his lips feel like is overpowering. It seems like we stare at each other for days until he breaks the spell I’m under.

“Hart, you all right?”

“What?” I ask, confused.

He blows out a breath and pulls me in for a hug. “Christ, you scared me. I’m used to you zoning out, but damn, that was an entirely different level. I thought you were having a medical issue or something.”

Oh my God, I imagined it all, didn’t I? There’s no connection happening. There’s no deep, seductive voice, eye searching, or lips close to mine. It’s a fantasy. Just like this entire thing happening between us. Or should I say not happening between us?

Paxton’s helping me as a friend. There’s nothing else there. It’s clear to him. I need to keep reminding myself this is an experiment for work. Nothing more.

I roll my eyes as I pull away from him. “I’m fine, no medical issue happening.”

Unless wet panties caused by a figment of my imagination is a medical issue. Which I highly doubt.

“Let’s just order some Pad Thai and watch a movie. I need to be on the road early, so I’m going to need to cut our night short.”

“Okay, that works,” I say, getting myself under control.

He takes the package and tears it open, then pulls the pink vibrator package out. “Well, she’s cute.”

I reach for it, but he holds it above his head. It sucks being the short one. “Paxton Atwood, give it to me.”

He keeps his attention on the vibrator box, reading the back instructions. “Check this out. I can download an app and control this thing right from my phone.” He opens up the box, pulling out the device.

I study it. “So, I guess this one part goes inside my panties, and oh look at this.” I hold a small magnetic pink heart in my hand. “This heart goes on the other side of my panties, keeping it in place. Neat.” I don’t know how I feel about this thing.

I notice Paxton is busy tapping away on his phone.

I set the device down and stare at him. “You’re going to download a vibrator app onto your phone?”

He stops what he’s doing and looks at me. “How else do you expect me to control it?”

My eyes widen. “Your brothers might see it.”

“So?”

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