From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 267

Eleanor told Max to turn around, then slipped out of the water. Her back was pale and luminous, still flushed pink from the heat. She moved carefully, drying herself off before sinking onto a lounge chair.

“All done,” she called softly.

Max turned to look at her, and it was like he’d forgotten how to breathe for a second. The sight of her bare back made his throat feel tight, and when he finally spoke, his voice was rough. “Okay.”

His hands, warm and slick with the scent of rose oil, started at her lower back and glided up to her neck. Eleanor’s heart hammered in her chest.

At first, his touch was steady, almost businesslike. He pressed into the tense spots on her back, and every time his fingers found the right place, it sent a delicious ache through her. It hurt, in a good way, and she couldn’t help the quiet sound that slipped from her lips.

“A little harder,” she mumbled, folding her arms beneath her head.

Max grinned. “Whatever you say, wife.”

Just hearing him call her that sent a rush of heat to her ears. After that, his hands lost all restraint. He lingered at her waist, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her bare skin.

Eleanor bit down on her lip, a soft moan escaping her before she could stop it.

That was all the encouragement Max needed. His voice dropped, low and intimate. “Feels good?”

She struggled to answer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah… it does.”

Max rested his cool forehead against her back, his lips brushing her skin in a gentle kiss. “How about this?” he asked, voice velvet-soft.

The air around them seemed to heat up. Eleanor’s chest felt tight, and she bit her lip harder, trying not to make a sound.

When she stayed silent, Max began to trail soft kisses along her back, as if he was savoring every inch.

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