Nathaniel pulled Maya onto his lap as he sat on the couch in her room.
"I thought we were going to talk," she teased, elbowing him playfully.
"We are," he answered, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "But that doesn't mean I don't get to enjoy our talk."
"Yes, but we will both be way too distracted to have a proper conversation," Maya hissed.
She wiggled from his lap and eventually got Nathaniel to let go of her.
Maya quickly crossed the room and sat on the bed, crossing her arms on her chest, and glaring at Nathaniel.
"Behave," she said.
"I will," he chucked.
She was scolding him the way she would their son and for some reason it turned Nathaniel on.
Her eyes wandered down to the apex of his thighs, to the bulge that had clearly formed in his pants.
"I told you to behave," she scolded again.
"I'm sorry, amor, but seeing you mad like this turns me on," he responded with a wink, making Maya blush in response.
