Chapter 32.
Amelia hurriedly pulled away from him, pleasure scorching her skin with heat.
“I didn't enjoy it.” Shs replied softly, not looking at him. Gosh! How could he possibly think she enjoyed it when the thoughts of him alone spiked nasty desires out of her?
Maximo eyes lingered on hers, uncertain of how to react.
He knew she wasn't enjoying it, but having her say it had him on invisible chokehold.
Amelia moved the spoon of ice cream to her mouth, her tongue glidding gently against it like she was licking a precum off his c**k.
Maximo’s muscle tightened in something urgent.
He watched her from the corner of his eyes, the soft lightening of the gallery casting gentle shadow against her face.
Amelia stood quietly beside him, her lips wrapped around the spoon of melting v
