You and your arranged marriage husband were at one of his friends party. You both didn't really adore each other. You sat on his lap as people could see you were his you move around trying to fix your dress. When a hand sneaked around your thigh. "Stop moving" He said in a husky tone. His breathing started to get faster and he cleared his throat. "Stop moving" He said again. "Stop being a baby" You said but then you felt something digging in your a--. You lean against his chest and felt his heart best racing. You smirked. Slowly you started your h-ps against his h--d m3mb3r. He was struggling. He kissed you and whispered "When we're home your the one fixing this brat..."