Sholeh hadn't been worried, but the confirmation was nice anyway. Her answering noise was indicative of the same. One leg made its way out from under her skirts and hooked around his thigh and each breath pressed her chest against his, making her breasts tingle under the many layers of fabric that separated them.

She shifted forward, trying to get closer yet--and the chair finally gave up, toppling over and spilling Sholeh onto the floor.

Or, more accurately, onto Evan.