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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Chapter Twenty-Two

Paxton

I wasn’t lying when I told Hartford all she ever had to do was ask me for it. Even though we’re playing a part, nothing I’m saying to her is a lie. I’d never lie to her, and it makes me wonder if she’s telling the truth, or merely playing a part.

I push the thoughts away as I run my hand up her thigh. “Your begging makes my cock even harder, Hartford. Is that what you’re trying to do?”

“No, Professor Atwood, I just need you,” she says.

“Fuck,” I hiss, rubbing my hand on her ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Jamison.”

I don’t wait for a reply. I smack her ass. Not hard because I’m not sure what she can handle, but with enough force that she definitely feels the sting.

“Oh,” she says with surprise in her voice.

My fingers sink into her ass and I lean over her back, close to her ear. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

A possessive growl escapes me and I move back, lifting my hand and smacking her much harder this time. Her back arches, but she moans, so I continue. I slap her ass over and over, harder and harder, rubbing out the sting each time.

“This is what happens when you tease and tempt me, Miss Jamison. When you’re forbidden, but you entice me to do things I shouldn’t do.” I bring my hand down again.

Her ass is red, really red, and I almost feel bad, but a part of me isn’t acting. A part of me is punishing her for all the years of sexual tension and temptation. Doing things that lead me to believe one thing, then cutting me at the knees every damn time.

“If you want to be a cock tease, I’m going to continue to punish you like one. But if you want to finish what you started, we can talk about that,” I say, slapping her ass again.

“Ouch,” she squeals.

I close my eyes and sink my fingers into her hips. “Safe word, Hartford. Use it if you need it,” I remind her.

“I don’t need your reminder, Professor Atwood,” she says, egging me on.

I reach up and grasp her pigtails, pulling her head back. “Watch that smart mouth, Miss Jamison, because I’ve got something big I’ll make you gag on.”

“No promises, Professor Atwood.”

I use one hand to hold her pigtails, keeping her head back, and bring the other hand back down to her ass. Once again, I smack her, but this time, I pull her hair at the same time.

“You’re teasing again, Hartford,” I whisper, doing it again.

She hisses in pain and I can’t continue. She hasn’t used the safe word, but I know Hartford well enough to know she’ll take the pain before giving in. So, I push her upper body flush onto the desk, holding her down with one hand. I quickly free my incredibly hard dick.

I rub it against her red ass, and her body stiffens. “This is what you do to me. Now it’s time for you to remedy the situation.”

“How am I going to do that?” she teases, moving against me.

I reach my free hand between her legs, and her wetness covers my fingers. Damn, this is turning her on as much as it is me.

“I’m going to fuck this wet pussy until I come deep inside you.”

“Yes, please,” she begs.

Every time she begs me, it makes the fire inside me burn hotter. It also makes me want to tease her the way she’s been teasing and tempting me all these years. I position myself at her entrance and slam into her.

“Fuck,” she cries out.

I push down harder on her upper back, keeping her flat against the desk as I fuck her hard and fast. “Watch your mouth, Miss Jamison.”

She doesn’t reply, but her loud moans are enough.

Her body slides against the desk from the force I’m fucking her with, unable to control myself. “Hands on the edge of the desk, Miss Jamison. Keep yourself still,” I demand.

She does as she’s told and I circle my hips, causing her to cry out in pleasure. “Good girl.”

“Professor Atwood, this is more than I ever imagined,” she pants out.

“It’s fucking everything, Hartford. You’re everything. I can’t fight this anymore. I don’t care who knows. You’re mine now.”

“Yes, Professor Atwood, I’m yours. Please, I need relief,” she begs again.

I pull out of her and pump my dick in my free hand. “I know you do, Miss Jamison. But you’ve been teasing and tempting me for all these years and never given me what I want. So I’m going to continue fucking you, but you will not come.”

“Wait, what?” she questions, turning her head to look at me. “Are you serious?”

“I’m completely serious. You’ve left me on fire too many times, so now it’s your turn to understand how it feels to want something so badly and have it refused.”


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