I swept the dust particles on the floor, ensuring that not even a single dirt would leave. I kneeled, peeking below the couch, looking for any object that was left behind. I grinned when I noticed the floor was spotless. It seems like my work here is done. I was about to go up when I felt a strong pair of hands wrapped around my waist, and something was poking at my butt hole. I gasped, unable to control my breath, then glanced behind me, only to see Ethan sniggering devilishly. He wiggled his eyebrows.
"It's too early, wife. We can continue later on our bed-"
I slapped his hands away, making him grunt in pain. He bit on his knuckles when I stood up. My eyes are shooting daggers. If looks could kill, he would be dead now on his spot. Well, not that I want that to happen. It's just that
