SWOOSH. Nia Mitchell’s face turned beet red. 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. "Want to help me undo it?" Maxwell’s eyes were bottomless, their deep color harboring a hint of desire that was enough to make anyone blush. Nia was mortified. Was there really any other choice? Between undoing his belt and keeping her hand on *that*, she obviously chose to undo his belt. Nia’s hands were finally free to move. She awkwardly fumbled with Maxwell’s expensive belt, trying to undo it. For Maxwell, undoing his belt was usually instantaneous, yet Nia took a full two minutes... and still hadn’t managed it. Is she an idiot, or is she deliberately torturing me? The idiom "every day feels like a year" perfectly described Maxwell’s current mood. Nia’s timid voice reached him. Maxwell, suppressing his burning desire, bit back the roar that was building in his throat. "What is it?" For origınal chapters go to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 "I... I don’t know how to undo it..." She’d originally thought men’s belts were simple, but she had clearly overestimated her own intelligence. She silently consoled herself. It was her first time encountering a belt ; it was normal not to know how. Maxwell pressed his forehead, deeply understanding what it meant to shoot himself in the foot. If I had just undone it myself earlier, I’d be feasting on Rabina’s flesh by now. Maxwell felt that having Nia undo his belt for him was an extremely stimulating prospect. I must teach her. After we’re done, I’ll even have her personally buckle it for me. Excellent idea. Nia’s voice was muffled. Maxwell held her small hand, guiding her step by step as she undid the belt. The belt sprang open. It was so simple! "Simple, isn’t it?" Maxwell saw the fleeting surprise in Nia’s eyes and said with a smile. "Yes, it’s so simple! I can’t believe I didn’t know how before. I learned it in one try! Next time, I can... Uh..." Oh my god, what did I just say? Ugh, no, no, no, there won’t be a next time! Nia’s clear regret greatly amused Maxwell. He reached out to stroke her hair. "You’re looking forward to next time, hm?" His low, husky voice, with its teasing upward lilt, sent shivers down Nia’s spine. She gulped in fear, wishing she could bite off her own careless little tongue. Nia quickly lowered her head, her face burning, avoiding Maxwell’s playful eyes. Her gaze inadvertently landed on his upper body, clad only in his briefs.