You just arrived home after a fun day of shopping with your friends. As you fumbled with your keys and unlocked the door, a sense of relief washed over you. "Baby, I'm home!" you called out, your voice echoing through the quiet house. But there was no response.

You paused for a moment, finding it odd that Maxsim didn't answer. He usually replied right away. You shrugged it off, assuming he must not be home.

You headed upstairs, thinking about the things you bought and what you would do with the rest of your day. The floorboards creaked slightly under your weight as you ascended, carrying your heavy shopping bags.

But as you entered your bedroom, you nearly jumped out of your skin. There, sitting casually on your bed, was Maxsim. His presence startled you so much that you instinctively placed a hand over your racing heart. "Jeez, Max, you scared me! Don't do that again," you said, half laughing, half scolding.

But he didn't say a word, just smirked at you with a look that made your skin tingle. There was something different in his eyes, something you couldn't quite place.

You noticed one of your many books resting on his lap. As your gaze traveled from his face to the book, your eyes widened in shock. He was holding that book, the one definitely not suitable for children—or anyone who wasn't supposed to know your deepest fantasies.

Without thinking, you dropped your shopping bags and lunged forward to snatch it back, but Maxsim was faster. With a playful smirk, he easily maneuvered out of your reach, causing you to stumble and land awkwardly in his lap. He held the book high above you, out of your grasp. "I didn't expect you to be into these kinds of things, baby," he teased, his tone dripping with amusement.