SWOOSH. Nia Mitchell's face turned beet red.
"No... Don't..."
She refused to do such an embarrassing thing and instinctively tried to pull her hand away.
But Maxwell Peary had anticipated this move, increasing his strength to immobilize her.
"Good girl. Listen. Undo it, and I'll make you feel good."
Oh god, how can he say things like that out loud?
"I... I want to go out to eat. I'm really hungry."
Nia stiffened, not knowing what to do. She could only beg him to let her off.
Maxwell decisively shook his head. They had come this far; it was too late to stop. His baby wouldn't be able to handle it.
He decided to let her experience his urgent need.
So, guiding her small hand downward, he gently pressed it against his erection.
Realizing what it was, Nia was shocked and frantically tried to pull her hand away, wanting to distance herself from the hot, firm flesh.
But her strength failed her. No matter how much she struggled, her small hand remained pressed against it.
