Page 27 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

“I accidentally deleted the app.”

“Paxton, you there?” Tripp says.

“Hang up,” I tell my brother. I finally end his call, trying my best to pull up the app that’s no longer visible on the screen.

“What?” she says, followed by a breathy moan. “Seriously, Paxton, turn it off. It’s too much.”

I pull up the download for the app and hit it, but the Wi-Fi sucks, and it’s barely moving. I lift my eyes to hers and the heat is gone, replaced by panic.

“I’m trying, but the Wi-Fi is terrible.” I run my hand down my face, trying to think. “Just take it off.”

She shakes her head, trying to fight against the vibrations. “It’ll look like I’m touching myself.”

“It’s going to look a lot worse if you don’t do it.”

“Paxton, get it downloaded, hurry.”

It’s only halfway loaded, and she’s not going to make it. It’s not pleasurable anymore. For either of us. “Just pull it out.”

“Hell no, not here. I’ll go to the bathroom.”

“You can’t sit still. You think you can walk across the entire restaurant to the bathroom without drawing attention to yourself? Just slip your hand under your dress, Hartford. Nobody’s looking.”

She appears pissed and panicked. “No. I can’t,” she moans out, her eyes closing.

“Holy crap, I’ll do it.”

“No way.”

She leaves me with no option. I stand and move my chair next to her. She reaches over the table and tries to stop me, knocking over her glass of water, which spills onto her lap. She jumps up and yelps, a slight tremor passing through her body.

“Are you all right?”

“It shocked me,” she says, fighting back tears.

“Like a take-you-to-the-hospital shock or a static-electricity shock?”

She steps away from the table and wipes her dress with a napkin. “Like a pay-the-bill-while-I-sit-in-your-Jeep-and-remove-this-broken-thing kind of shock.”

She walks away while a few onlookers stare at me with curiosity.

I shrug. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

Chapter Nine

Hartford

I haven’t spoken to Paxton since the other night. Since the incident at Moore Restaurant, which is now being referred to as “The shock heard round the world.” I’m too mortified to face him, but I need to put this behind me and move on.

Paxton took me home after leaving the restaurant, and it was the most awkward car ride ever. The vibrator suffered irreparable damage, and, honestly, I don’t know how I feel about that. I almost wanted to bury it and give it a proper funeral.

It will be missed.

Before the Biddies Book Club walked over to our table, I was enjoying myself. A little too much.

I was so turned on, and knowing Paxton was in control made it so much more.

Now I’m sitting on my couch, laptop on my lap, working on my article and researching other things we can try. BDSM has many factors, and there’re different kinks to explore.

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