"Who would believe you're so incredibly noble when you're clearly acting like you're a bargain item?"
Nia Mitchell blinked. "Uncle Peary, are you putting yourself on sale?"
Maxwell Peary: ...!!!
"Mrs. Peary, Mr. Peary is putting himself on sale. Do you want him?"
"I wouldn't dare refuse."
Maxwell Peary lowered his head, a pleased look on his face, and captured her lips. Unlike the previous few times, which had been as light as a dragonfly skimming water, this time, he bit her lip, a hint of aggression in the touch.
"MMM..."
Nia Mitchell felt the blood rush to her head, her face burning, as she weakly pushed against his chest.
"Peary... MMM..."
His lips and tongue invaded. Maxwell Peary held her slender waist tightly, wanting to meld her into his very being. His tongue danced with hers, engulfing her. Maxwell Peary, unable to stop himself, deepened the kiss relentlessly until he sensed the small figure in his arms gasping for breath, and only then did he let go.
"PHEW!"
