Chapter 41.
Maxwell’s Pov.
Clara’s fingers trailed around my chest, her ass pressing gently into my c**k while she held my face closer to hers.
The soft feel of her ass against my c**k had my muscles tensing.
She had walked into this room looking sexier than I can express, and my gaze hadn’t left her body since then.
As her ass pressed against my c**k, my fingers twitched, hands itching to grope the soft flesh into my palm, but I let her rule.
I knew what she wanted, and I was more than willing to let her have it.
So I sat back, letting her finger roam my body with quiet excitement.
“Do you even know what you’re doing to me…” I murmured silently in my head, because every place she touched sparked a low burn under my skin.
Her fingers dragged across my chest again, slower this time
