Kourtney POV

My fingers froze on his hairy chest, the moment I heard the knock on the door. I saw the questioning look in his eyes as his gaze flew to the wall clock.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Maxwell asked, in a husky tone. His face creased into a frown. I could tell he was displeased by the sudden interruption.

“No.”

He dropped a light kiss on my lips which were slightly parted. “Babe, let me get the door, I will be right back.”

I gave a slight nod, watching him walk ...