But I’m not, so I wiggle on his lap, trying to get into a real comfortable position just to be a little shit. This may be violating some sort of code of conduct, for sure, but what the administration office doesn’t see won’t kill them. I hope. The huge man behind—and below—me lets out a grunt as he grabs my waist, his grip strong and warm. “Stop moving.” Just as I’m about to ask why, I feel it. A hard bulge pressing into my leggings. Oh my God.
