MAXWELL’S POV
"You said you wanted to help," she said. Placing her hands on my bare shoulders allowed her cool fingers to soothe my heated skin. "You said I should use you."
"I did," I groaned, bringing my hands up to grip her hips securely through the thin cotton of the shirt. "Are you done with your homework?"
"I submitted it mentally," she said. "Now I have extra credit."
Climbing onto the sofa without lying down, swinging her leg smoothly over my lap to straddle me created an immediate and maddening friction. Settling her weight fully on my thighs pressed her knees deep into the leather cushions on either side of my hips.
"Be careful," I warned, wincing slightly as her movement jostled my battered ribs. "I'm a little breakable today."
"I know," she murmured. Leaning down to kiss
