31 # Please, Stop...

Myra's POV

Max's cold palm touched my bareback. Strangely, I was feeling uncomfortable. My gaze collided with Mr. Black and I wriggled in his arms straightening my corpse.

Max left me straight, "Relax... Are you okay?"

He immediately knelt and lifted my gown a little bit up to check my leg, if I got any injury.

"I'm fine, it was just a mistake. I missed or forgot the step so this happens, I'm sorry and thanks for saving me," I thanked Max but my eyes are contemplating on Mr. Black.

My breathing hitched as our gazes locked. He was sitting in his signature style, the left leg is resting on the right leg's knee and the right leg is continuously tapping the floor. It is showing that he is not easy now or suffering from any tension. But what kind of tension when he is enjoying the night.

"Myra, you should be careful," He touched my feet and I realized he is checking my legs. I pulled my leg rapidly and stepped back.

"I'm all good," I stuttered. I don't know why, but Max's touch was m