Oh, she had heard his howl, as did everyone around the table. Tamara winked from across the table with a big smile on her face, while Gage and Lars sat back waiting and watching.“Willow!” Maxim growled in her ear, dripping water on her shoulder.She couldn’t help but giggle as her son tried to not laugh next to her. “Maxim, you’re dripping on me. You could have at least changed,” Willow said and peeked over her shoulder, which was the wrong thing to do.His gaze met hers as he carefully lifted her out of her chair and placed her over his wet shoulder. “If you will excuse us, we need to change clothes.”“Maxim, put me down,” she squealed and tried to pull down her T-shirt, knowing her ass was hanging out. “Damn it, my butt is showing here,” she grumbled.“And I care?” Maxim said as he opened her bedroom door. He stepped inside and immediately shut the door. “Do you know how damn cold that water was?” he growled, dropped her onto the bed and started to strip out of his clothes, never taking his gaze off of her.
