Chapter 15.
Clara’s POV.
As Maxwell walked closer to us, my hand remained on Hugo’s. But my eyes didn’t stop hovering around Maxwell’s body, trailing from his face.… which my thighs knew would be so f*****g perfect between them.… to his sharp jawline. My thighs clamped together, p***y aching at the thought of what his mouth would feel like against my fold.
God! This man holds too much authority. Not only did he have the crowd gushing over him, but he had my p***y dripping from the sight of him.
The air in the hall felt thicker as he drew closer to us, and my heart pounded loudly in my chest.
As perfect as his physique was, his personality was rather different, and that is one reason I should stay away from him. But my legs weren’t moving, and my mind wasn’t thinking about anything e
