Maxwell cursed under his breath. He was very sure she did it on purpose. His frustration was not that he hated the touch. It was rather because it felt too good to be coming from his brother's wife!

He quickly brushed her hand off his body. "That's enough," he said.

Celine smiled at him. That smile had a way of driving Maxwell crazy. She pretended not to have touched anything, but in heart, she craved it even more now that she felt how strong it was. Maxwell's build was not in vain. What her hand touched was as hard as rock. It was definitely long and thick at the same...