Page 25 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

“Can’t wait to see that.”

“What’s the name of the app? I’m going to download it too.”

I turn on the vibrator again for a few seconds. “I’m in control here, so don’t say things that will cause me to have a twitchy finger.”

Yep, I like the feeling of power rushing through me right now. It’s fucking hot, and she already looks a little flush from it.

Willow returns. “This way,” Willow says, grabbing menus off the hostess station.

We follow her, and I’m grateful for this small break from staring at Hartford. I can’t get enough of staring at her tonight. Maybe it’s because I know she’s wearing the vibrator in her panties. At the thought of that, my mind wanders into uncharted territory. What do her panties look like? Cotton? Lace? Thong? Boy shorts? So many possibilities that have me practically drooling, wanting to discover what’s underneath her dress.

Once we sit down, Hartford opens her menu and I study the nine different modes to choose from in the app. I want to start slow, so I hit the first one.

“Oh damn,” she whispers, lifting her brown eyes to mine. I swear they darken the longer I keep it turned on.

Fuck.

The waitress comes over to our table, and I switch it off. We place our drink order, two Crab Daddy Pale Ales from Atta Boy Brewery, and the server brings them back quickly. Once we place a quick order of salmon for Hartford and a steak for me, we’re left alone.

An awkward silence descends over us, and our eyes lock as she bites down on her bottom lip. It’s sexy as hell and makes my dick pulse.

I switch to the second mode and she squirms in her seat, biting down harder on her lip. Neither of us is willing to break the eye contact we have. There goes rule number two. My blood pumps through my veins at a rapid pace.

“Feel good?” I whisper.

She nods, a soft pink hitting her cheeks at the admission.

“You want more, Hartford?”

We’re surrounded by sexual tension and it doesn’t matter to me that we’re in a crowded restaurant. The possibility that someone could catch us only adds fuel to the fire that is burning within me.

Hartford moves again and lets out a soft moan, causing my dick to press against my zipper. It’s hot, and I’m incredibly turned on seeing the pleasure on my best friend’s face.

I switch to the next mode and she clutches the edge of the table so hard her fingertips turn white.

“Paxton,” she breathes out.

Hearing her say my name while she’s experiencing pleasure has me reaching down to adjust my cock, but I’m not close to being done with her. I want to tease her. I want to watch her face while her orgasm crashes over her when she least expects it.

Pink stains her cheeks as she shifts in her seat. “Oh,” she whispers, closing her eyes.

Fuck, this is more intense than I imagined. In the best possible way. Watching her experience this ecstasy is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I reach down and rub my hand on my hard dick as I watch her. “Look at me, Hartford.”

Her thick lashes flutter open, and she stares at me. The heat I see in her caramel irises causes me to curse under my breath.

“Hartford, I thought that was you.”

Fuck.

I quickly turn off the vibrator as Hartford’s pink cheeks turn a deep shade of red.

“Oh, hi, Claire.”

I glance up and smile at Claire, along with the other gossipy women from the local Biddies Book Club, aka the Busybodies. They’re a funky bunch, with a few blue-haired women in the group. The others sport gray bobs, and Helen has a head full of white hair. Sure, they read books and discuss them, but they love to discuss all the gossip they can get their older hands on more. They’re nice, but lonely. They’re all either divorced or widowed and the book club is their life. Their big-mouthed gossiping lives.

“How is your mom doing? We miss having her in the club,” Claire says, patting Hartford’s shoulder.

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