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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It makes me feel sexy, and every woman should feel like that.

I included it all in my article.

As I stand in his office, I get a phone call. I glance at the phone and back at Mr. Charleston. “It’s my Aunt Nora,” I tell him.

A broad smile sweeps across his face, and his cheeks redden. “Answer it. Tell her I said hi,” he says, a little too excited.

I swipe the accept button and my aunt’s voice fills my ear. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hey, Aunt Nora. What’s up?” I glance at Mr. Charleston. “Mr. Charleston says hi. I’m standing in his office.”

“Oh my.” I can hear the flustered tone in my aunt’s voice. “Tell Robert I say hi back.” If you could hear a woman blush, it would be right now. I swear she’s getting all hot and bothered, and it nearly makes me giggle.

I relay the message to a pleased Mr. Charleston, and then say my goodbyes to him, leaving his office.

“The house is all fixed,” Aunt Nora says. “You can stay there anytime you like. The fire restoration technicians were able to repair everything, and viola, it’s all perfect now.”

My heart sinks, and I feel ill at the thought that staying with Paxton is over. I fake excitement in my voice. “Oh, that’s great.”

We chat for a few more minutes, but as I walk to my Volkswagen in the lot, sadness washes over me at the thought of leaving Paxton.

I don’t want to tell him.

I drive around town, going the long way to Paxton’s apartment, wondering if I can stall time. My article is finished. My house is livable again. There’s no reason to continue doing what I’m doing with Paxton, other than the mere fact I want him.

When I arrive at his apartment, the lights are low when I step inside.

“Paxton,” I call out.

“In here. I got you something.” His voice is coming from the kitchen, so I drop my purse on the entryway table and head in that direction.

Nothing could prepare me for what I see when I enter. Paxton is in nothing but gray sweatpants, his chiseled chest on full display for me. My gaze admires all the lean muscles rippling down to that sexy V. And the best part? He’s holding a plate of macarons.

“Are those what I think they are?” I ask, stepping closer.

“Yep. Macarons.”

“I haven’t had one since I was in high school.”

He nods. “I remember you saying it was the best thing you’d ever eaten. Then the bakery closed, and macarons became scarce.”

“Where’d you find these?”

“February Frost. She’s a fantastic baker.”

I snatch a green cookie from the plate. “Did you try one already?”

He looks at me sheepishly. “I may have had one or two.”

“Two?” I ask, incredulously.

He smiles. “Maybe three.”

I grin before taking a bite of the macaron. “Oh my god. You’re forgiven for nearly eating them all.”

“That’s pistachio.”

“It’s so good,” I tell him before taking another bite.

“How was work?” he asks me as he sets the plate down.

I don’t want to tell him the article is finished. I also don’t want to tell him I’m able to move back into my place. Instead, I want to live in this safe cocoon with him a while longer.

I raise a brow. “Let’s not talk about anything outside of this apartment.”

He gazes at me with pure seriousness etched on his face. “I love that idea.” And then he snatches me by the waist, tugging me closer. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day long.”

“Then do it,” I say, closing my eyes and waiting for his lips to claim mine.

And they do.

It’s a sweet kiss, magical and perfect for the moment. I let myself get caught up in the fantasy of coming home from work every night and Paxton waiting for me. Whether it’s with dinner. Dessert. Or just him.

He deepens the kiss, and we make our way back to his bedroom, losing our clothes in the process.

Once we’re there, I climb onto the bed, but Paxton stalls.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, wondering if he’s changing his mind.

“You’re the sexiest woman ever. I just want to stare at you, study you.”

I twist on the bed, trying my best to look as sexy as he thinks I am. “Come here,” I say, wanting to feel his body pressed against mine.

“Your wish is my command,” he says, climbing onto the bed. He moves toward me in slow motion.

“Pax, please,” I beg, wanting him to touch me more than anything.

“I love how greedy you are for me.” He kisses along my neck as he pulls me to cuddle him. Our bodies are facing each other, both of us on our sides. I wrap a leg over his waist.

He moves his hand across my outer thigh, over the flesh of my ass, and then he moves toward the inner junction of my thighs. To where I want him most.


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