Maxwell, with all that in mind, was feeling like any control he had of the situation was slipping out of his fingers.
Andrew was coy. He wasn't the kind of man who would outright bulldoze over him. He would make it seem like Maxwell had asked for him to take control of the situation. No one would think that a man as big as him could be sneaky, but Maxwell had learned that he could be as sneaky as the next person.
Or as sneaky as a damn spy.
Maxwell, who had been on top of Andrew at the start of their lovemaking, eventually found himself on his back under the man's expert hands and lips. He was sly, and stubborn in a way that Maxwell knew he shouldn't bring up in bed.
Mainly because it was something his Mom had called him as a child and no one would find that reminder sexy. Even if it was accurate.
Andrew was like a dog with his favourite toy. He would give it up when he wanted to, but when he didn't?
