Sitting on Sam’s lap was a normal occurrence, whether there was company around or not. Luckily, there was no one around, but unluckily, Sam knew what he was doing.

Pressing his knee a bit harder between your thighs, he smirks to himself- he knew exactly the kind of reaction that would emit from you, and when you began to squirm, he felt the need to speak on it.

“Problem, babe?”