"M-Max?" Andrew stuttered as Maxwell turned and began to crawl into Andrew's lap.
"Lie down, Andrew." Maxwell ordered, and Andrew did as he was told. Lying on his back, Andrew stared up at the man who had climbed on top of him, his heart racing in his chest.
Maxwell stared down at him, every inch the haughty and full of himself rich kid that he was. And then he smiled.
Leaning closer, Maxwell began to pull at Andrew's clothes, quickly undoing buttons with deft hands while Andrew lay motionless below him.
