It always surprised her, what a few glasses could do.
Because, she could not keep her hands to herself, even as Maxwell drove them to his house. There were no thoughts in her mind, just an overwhelming desire to touch and be touched by someone who wanted her.
Maxwell took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it between her thighs- her legs opening to welcome his touch. When he did nothing more, she pressed herself against his hand, grinding on the leather of the passenger seat.
“At this rate, I might have to stop the car somewhere,” Maxwell chuckled, but she could hear the unmistakable huskiness of desire in his tone.
Truth was, before dinner was over, Maya had thought about a thousand ways she could get him to make her o****m over and over again. And with every image, she gr
