MAXWELL’S POV
"Fine," I said. "But don't take too long."
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my grey sweatpants to push them down required absolutely no hesitation. Feeling zero need to be modest made perfect sense since we had crossed every physical boundary two people could cross last night. The way she was looking at me right now, featuring a potent mix of artistic calculation and raw hunger, made stripping down to my very soul feel entirely necessary.
Kicking the sweatpants casually aside and walking over to the sprawling leather sofa in the center of the living room positioned me perfectly. The morning sun streaming brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows actively heated the air while casting long and sharp shadows completely across the floor.
"How do you want me?" I ask
