"Ngh..." A soft moan escaped your lips as your husband's grip tightened around your hips, pulling you closer. Your cheeks flushed crimson as you instinctively covered your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle the sound.

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, before turning his attention back to the group of business associates gathered around him. You were perched on his lap, a precarious position that left little to the imagination, and the heat radiating from his body was making your own temperature rise. You knew everyone in the room had noticed, but your husband acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

A few minutes stretched into an eternity as everyone awkwardly shifted their gazes away from the two of you. His straight face finally cracked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He leaned his head towards your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. "Stop squeezing," he whispered, his voice husky with a hint of a tremor. The words were barely audible, but they were enough to send a shiver down your spine. He let out a soft moan, a sound that was both seductive and a little bit desperate.