Chris freezes, his eyes widening in alarm. “What? No... Max, we can't. That's too much. She'll—”

“She said she can take it,” Maxwell cuts in. His gaze stays fixed on me, challenging me to prove him right. “Can't you see how wet she is? She’s practically begging for it.” 

“No. How do we even…” Chris shakes his head. “This is too much. I can’t.” 

He gets up abruptly, looking like he’s about to reach for his clothes. 

“Chris,” Maxwell warns. 

Chris stops. His shoulders rise and fall with a shaky breath. He looks at me, searching my face for reassurance. 

“It’s fine,” I say. “How do you want it, then?...