Chapter 40.
Clara’s Pov.
My heart fluttered, beating fast… both warm, almost too excited about the way he said he was not busy for me.
My fingers moved, and I touched his chest light, savoring the sight of the very sculptured body before tracing slow… like over the firm muscles beneath his skin.
My walls fluttered at the hardness. God! He was built and that made my inner churn.
Maxwell’s body tensed as my fingers trailed lower… it was a small twitch, but he felt it under my fingertip.
A loud hush fell over the room as I began to trail my hand closer to his n*****s, noticing every reaction.
His lips parted, almost invisibly. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting me to be this bold, and for some weird reason, that sent heat and a little spark of power inside me.
My fingers moved closer to his
