Page 55 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

“Fuck, Hartford, you’re incredible.” I move up her body and grin when my lips are a whisper away from hers. “You taste delicious.” I press my lips against hers as my hands squeeze her thighs. Our tongues tangle together and she moans, tasting herself. The handcuffs rattle above us and I find immense pleasure in the sound. That she wants to move her hands to touch me and she can’t—fuck, it’s a turn on.

I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers, letting out a sigh. “Fucking amazing, Hartford.”

“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

I pull back just enough to gaze into her eyes and tilt my head. “It was, huh?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I cup her blushing cheeks and run my thumb across her soft lips. “That was just my mouth,” I breathe out.

Her eyes briefly close as a sigh escapes her.

“Imagine what my big cock would do.”

“Fuck.” She visibly swallows.

“You like that thought, don’t you? You’re now wondering how it would feel. How intense that orgasm would be. Right?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

I don’t know what we do from here, but every part of me wants to drag her out of here and finish this in my bed. I want to strip her down and show her what it would feel like to have my dick buried deep inside her.

Not willing to risk losing what is happening between us, I go for it.

“Is that what you want, Hartford? Because all you need to do is ask and it’ll fucking happen.”

Her eyes search mine as I silently plead with her to say yes.

Say yes, Hartford.

No more regrets.

Chapter Nineteen

Hartford

Paxton’s eyes search mine as he waits for my answer. What am I doing? This is Paxton. I wasn’t lying when I said that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, because it definitely was, but it was more than that. After he finished and our eyes crashed into each other, something changed. My heart exploded and built back bigger and better. With enough room for him to take charge of my heart. He owns it now.

I want to have sex with him. More than anything. But I don’t want to do it here with an audience.

“Uncuff me, Sir,” I say, wanting a moment to think.

He unlocks the handcuffs immediately, and I rub my wrists as soon as I’m free.

“Are you okay?” he asks. He carefully examines me and brings my wrist to his lips to press a soft kiss on the faint red mark. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shake my head. “Not at all.” I cup his face in my hands. “Take me back to your place and fuck me,” I say, and then add on, “Sir.”

To hell with the rules.

His expression darkens, and he grabs my hand, helping me from the chair. We leave the club in a flash, and I’ve never seen Paxton move so quickly. Hopefully, it’s not a preview of what’s coming.

I giggle as he starts the engine of his Jeep.

“What’s so funny?”

I shake my head as he pulls out of the valet area. “I’ve never seen you move so fast.”