You were sitting on your husbands lap as he was doing paperwork. Your phone was in your hand as you watch tiktok. His head was laying on your shoulder as he wrote, and kept an eye on you and your phone.

His hand was over your lower stomach, it was even on purpose it just ended up there. The more he tried massaging your lower stomach, the more heat you felt.

"Jesus baby," he mumbled over your shoulder "it's dripping on my lap now" he chuckled.