Page 51 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

“Paxton,” she whispers as she nearly collapses on me.

I pull my fingers out of her, causing her to tremble, and wrap my arms around her. I hold her close to me and kiss the side of her head.

“That was fucking amazing,” I say, kissing her cheek.

She tightens her hold on me as she nods her head. “Yes, it was.”

She pulls back slightly and I use this opportunity to bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. Her eyes heat and I grin as I pull my fingers out.

“Fuck, you taste like candy, Hart.”

A blush hits her cheeks as she smiles. “Thanks, I guess.”

I pull her against me again.

I don’t want this to end. I’ve had a taste, literally, and now I’m addicted.

I need more and I hope she does too.

Chapter Seventeen

Hartford

I can’t believe I just let my best friend finger me in a room at Club Greed. But I enjoyed the fuck out of it and hope there’ll be a repeat later on.

When we arrived at the club tonight, we both decided to throw caution to the wind and experience this place together.

I trust him. Besides, when will I ever have the chance to come to Club Greed and experience this again?

I want to take full advantage, so as soon as my body calms, I smile at Paxton.

“What?” he asks, knowing by the way I’m grinning at him that I have an idea.

“We should change rooms. To something more daring.”

“What are you thinking?”

I stand and hold my hand out for him to take. “Maybe we can find a Red Room around here,” I say, referencing Fifty Shades Of Grey.

Paxton’s eyes flood with desire. “Lead the way, Hart.” He takes my hand and follows me out of the room. We find a door with the words Dom/sub scrawled on it.

I look up at Paxton. “What do you think?”

“I think I want to be the Dom,” he says in a husky voice.

A shiver wracks my body and I open the door, not sure what we’re going to find on the other side.

The room is enormous, bigger than the room we just left. It’s darker, with a soft red glow around the room. In the far corner, I see a few people around a woman who is tied up. They’re taking turns doing things to her, and she’s moaning in pleasure.

In another corner, there’s a couch with a man sitting on it, petting a woman kneeling at his feet.

I lean over to Paxton, and whisper, “Please don’t treat me like a dog.”

He shakes his head. “I think it’s more of a dynamic. She trusts him fully like a pet does their owner.”

“So you want me on my knees?”

Paxton’s eyes fall closed briefly. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

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