Somehow she'd ended up in my lap with the throw over us, and my hand on her hip and ass holding her in place on my lap. I didn't pass anyone on the stairs thank goodness and was grateful that there was a bathroom in the guestroom.

I put my bags by the door once I was through getting cleaned up, sure that Mr. Lyon was going to throw me out of his house as soon as. I felt a little sheepish as I made my way back downstairs but no one jumped out at me and by the ...