Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
His green eyes stay locked with mine, searching for something I would totally give him at this moment. Our faces are inches apart, and I can feel his warm breath blowing across my skin.
It’s Paxton standing in front of me, but the urge to push up on my tippy toes and see what his lips feel like is overpowering. It seems like we stare at each other for days until he breaks the spell I’m under.
“Hart, you all right?”
“What?” I ask, confused.
He blows out a breath and pulls me in for a hug. “Christ, you scared me. I’m used to you zoning out, but damn, that was an entirely different level. I thought you were having a medical issue or something.”
Oh my God, I imagined it all, didn’t I? There’s no connection happening. There’s no deep, seductive voice, eye searching, or lips close to mine. It’s a fantasy. Just like this entire thing happening between us. Or should I say not happening between us?
Paxton’s helping me as a friend. There’s nothing else there. It’s clear to him. I need to keep reminding myself this is an experiment for work. Nothing more.
I roll my eyes as I pull away from him. “I’m fine, no medical issue happening.”
Unless wet panties caused by a figment of my imagination is a medical issue. Which I highly doubt.
“Let’s just order some Pad Thai and watch a movie. I need to be on the road early, so I’m going to need to cut our night short.”
“Okay, that works,” I say, getting myself under control.
He takes the package and tears it open, then pulls the pink vibrator package out. “Well, she’s cute.”
I reach for it, but he holds it above his head. It sucks being the short one. “Paxton Atwood, give it to me.”
He keeps his attention on the vibrator box, reading the back instructions. “Check this out. I can download an app and control this thing right from my phone.” He opens up the box, pulling out the device.
I study it. “So, I guess this one part goes inside my panties, and oh look at this.” I hold a small magnetic pink heart in my hand. “This heart goes on the other side of my panties, keeping it in place. Neat.” I don’t know how I feel about this thing.
I notice Paxton is busy tapping away on his phone.
I set the device down and stare at him. “You’re going to download a vibrator app onto your phone?”
He stops what he’s doing and looks at me. “How else do you expect me to control it?”
My eyes widen. “Your brothers might see it.”
“So?”
“What would they think?” All I can picture is the Atwood brothers discovering the app and going rogue with it.
He grins. “They’d think I’m happy to please a woman.”
“They wouldn’t question you about it? I mean, they know you’re not seeing anyone.”
Paxton stares at me, studying me before speaking, “Listen, I know you’re nervous and I value your feelings, but trust me, nobody is going to see this app.” He lets out a deep sigh. “My brothers don’t take my phone and study it.”
I laugh at my ridiculous thoughts. He’s right. “Let’s just order some food. And watch Fifty Shades Of Grey for research.”
For the rest of the evening, things are easy between us, and my anticipation grows. Soon I’ll have Paxton getting me off in public. The scene with Meg Ryan faking an orgasm in When Harry Met Sally comes to mind, and I wonder if I’m ready for this.
But nothing could prepare me for what really happens.
Chapter Eight
Paxton
The trees blur into streaks of green as I push the accelerator harder, going faster than I should be. The need to get home from this latest trip is overwhelming, and it has nothing to do with wanting to sleep in my own bed. Nope, not this time. This time it’s knowing that soon Hartford will be wearing a vibrator that I control.
It’s fucked up on so many levels, but every time I think about it, my dick gets hard. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ll be getting Hartford off, or if it’s because I’ll be in control. I never thought of myself as a dominant guy. Sure, in the bedroom I tend to be demanding and rough, but I’ve never taken complete control of someone’s orgasm.
It’s a powerful feeling.
My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts and I should be grateful, but I’m pissed because a part of me wants to keep thinking about Hartford.
“What?” I snap out.
“That’s how you greet your sister now?” Anya says.
I scrub a hand down my face, regretting the decision to answer the phone without looking. “Sorry, Anya. What’s up?”
I know why she’s calling, but I’m going to play stupid. I’m staying out of whatever is going on between her and Callum. Personally, I think he’s being a dramatic prick, and she’s being an entitled diva, but I’ve kept my mouth shut.