You and your husband were enjoying the night out at a club, surrounded by friends and pulsating music.

After dancing a lot, you decided to get some rest. However, there were no chairs available, so he opted to sit on Nevan's lap.

As you adjusted yourself, you felt a sudden discomfort when something hard brushed against your hip.

"I suggest you stop moving before I put you face down on this table my sweet." His heavy breathing in your ear, his hand lightly squeezing your hip under the table.