“Maximus…” I began, but he moved his hips up and a moan came out of my mouth instead.

I should stop, I know I should stop. But I couldn’t.

I found myself leaning down until our lips were touching again and the fire burning even hotter. The atmosphere became so thick with tension, it could be cut through with a knife.

Maximus growled as his hand went to my back and unhooked the bra completely, throwing it somewhere in the room.

Our tongues moved together in a sensual dance as his hand went to my ass squeezing it.

“Ease up for me, Emilia,” he whispered against my lips and I...