"Maxwell, are you there? Sweetheart. Babe," Brittany's voice could be heard through the phone. But her man had been stolen by the sight before him.

Maxwell was transfixed. The muscles of his throat couldn't stop pushing down saliva through his esophagus. Celine was innocently tempting him this morning. How could she have known that her nipple was pointing at him?

"I..think…she is still on the line," she said innocently, still wondering what he could have been looking at.

"Oh! Yeah!" Maxwell said reflexively and pushed the phone back to his ear.

"Hello, babe," he said with a forced giggle. He was still struggling to gather his composure as a man....