Maxwell felt tricked. Bamboozled. He felt lied to. If Andrew wasn't so good at cajoling him, he might even be angry, but unfortunately, he was highly susceptible to those damn big brown eyes of his.
Andrew had let him have his way. At least, at first.
Maxwell got his wish. He'd pushed Andrew down, kissed him as he straddled him on the bed. Touched Andrew all over his chest and body. Squeezing those damn hot pecs of his, and feeling pure joy when Andrew winced, looking desperate as he gently made a trail down Andrew's body with his fingers. Caressing those damn abs of his that made him an extra layer of attractive.
Andrew didn't have to be as caked up as he was, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with being a beta before. Maxwell was not going to complain. They'd get to the bottom of it, and until they did, Maxwell would enjoy every inch of him.
