Don’t Fall for Your Best Friend (Magnolia Ridge #1) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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My phone alerts me that I have a text and I pull it out as I start the short walk home.

I haven’t heard back from you. Do you not like it?

I’m on my way home now. I was out.

Are you visiting community munches without me, Hart?

Ha. Ha. I was at Pour Some Sugar On Me.

I should’ve known. You’re so predictable.

You thought I was at a community munch.

I was joking.

Where are you?

Your place, waiting for you.

Why are you at my house?

Well, since I’m leaving for a work trip tomorrow, I thought we could have our usual night of dinner and drinks before I leave.

I close my eyes, shaking my head. I completely forgot about his trip. My mind is so focused on this BDSM article and the things we’re supposed to be trying that I lost track of everything else.

My cheeks puff up as I blow out a lung full of air. For a minute, I thought he was waiting to see the vibrator, or hell, maybe use the thing.

As I approach my place, I see Paxton leaning against the grill of his Jeep. My heart skips a beat at the sight, and I tell myself I’m simply happy to see him before he leaves. When he’s gone, I miss him terribly. It’s lonely without his big mouth and muscular body.

Yes, you’d have to be blind not to notice his body.

“Took you long enough,” he says, pushing off his Jeep.

“I didn’t realize I was supposed to rush home for you.”

We both laugh and he wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I rush home to you every time I leave.”

Butterflies take over my stomach, causing an ache inside me. Which is weird because I’ve never reacted this way before. Why now?

“You rush home for me?”

He bumps his shoulder against mine. “For Pad Thai, Hart. I crave the Pad Thai.”

“Yeah, I know,” I say, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as I avoid eye contact.

“Here’s your package,” he says, handing me a little brown box.

“You took my package from my porch?” I ask as we walk to the door.

“You’re damn right I did. Packages get stolen daily and the thief would be all too happy to get that little baby.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s small. I thought it would be bigger.”

I open the door and we step inside. “I thought size didn’t matter?”

He cracks a grin and follows me to the kitchen. “That’s what guys with small dicks say. I don’t say that.”

“So, your dick is big?” I drop the package on the counter and open the fridge, suddenly needing water. I can’t believe I just asked him that question.

“You wanna see for yourself?”

I spin around, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “What? Hell no, never.”

He smirks and picks up the package. “Relax, I’m kidding. But good to know you never want to see my dick. It’s a real ego booster.” He shakes the package. “Open this thing already.”

“First, give me that.” I snatch the package out of his hands and hold it behind my back. “Second, you certainly don’t need me to give you an ego boost. You get enough of that from everyone else.”

It’s true. The way women react to him is slightly sickening at times. If I were a jealous person, I would feel the desire to claw out their eyes so they stop eye fucking him. And it’s not just the women, it’s men too. They want to know how he gets women to their knees with a simple look, and my favorite is when they ask what his workout routine is.

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.


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