I swept the dust particles on the floor, ensuring that not even a single dirt would leave. I kneeled, peeking below the couch, looking for any object that was left behind. I grinned when I noticed the floor was spotless. It seems like my work here is done. I was about to go up when I felt a strong pair of hands wrapped around my waist, and something was poking at my butt hole. I gasped, unable to control my breath, then glanced behind me, only to see Ethan sniggering devilishly. He wiggled his eyebrows.
"It's too early, wife. We can continue later on our bed-"
I slapped his hands away, making him grunt in pain. He bit on his knuckles when I stood up. My eyes are shooting daggers. If looks could kill, he would be dead now on his spot. Well, not that I want that to happen. It's just that he had me all night. Isn't that enough to fulfill him? God, even the thing between my thighs wanted to get rid of me.