Lance's eyes were deep.
Yvette subconsciously looked down at herself. Her bath towel had become a little messy because she had just pulled it.
Because of the business trip and the baby, they hadn't had sex for more than half a month.
Yvette blushed all of a sudden and said, "Well... I'll go and see if the child and the others are asleep."
Just as she was about to turn around, her slender waist was easily pulled back by the man and she sat firmly on his lap.
The man's voice was low, like a cello in front of an afternoon coffee cup, sexy and honest. "My mother took the baby to sleep next door. Isabel also went there. So no one else is here tonight."
While they were talking, the man's broad palm was already on Yvette's waist. His left hand was on the desk, pressing Yvette's entire back against it.
Yvette's face turned red. She said softly, "No, this is the study. The servants will see us..."
