"Hm… that would be nice too, but then how are you going to show me what's in that book?" Ethan said, utterly shameless, with a crooked smile on his face.
"Shit…" Hilda grunted, running her hand over her face.
How could such a shameless man even exist?
It was even strange for her to see him speaking to his subordinates so seriously and then basically turning into a perverted brat when he was with her.
With a sigh, she turned her back to him.
Ethan sat up immediately, swinging his legs off the couch, and she dropped onto his lap without ceremony. The old couch creaked beneath them.
Her weight came crashing down on him all at once—warm, soft, heavy.
Her plump ass cheeks spread across his thighs, the fat flesh flattening and bulging out past the hem of her shorts, and the heat of her skin seeped through the fabric of his pants instantly.
Hilda felt something against her butt right away.
She wiggled her hips slowly, as if testing something.
