He couldn’t. Verity teetered atop a stepladder, restocking Patented Daydream Charms, bare-arsed beneath her shockingly short skirt. Cursing his questionable morals and trembling with lust, he reached forward, sliding a palm up her—
“Getting into your own supply, boss?”
George opened his eyes and shook his head; Verity stood over his chair, smirking.
“Maybe,” George allowed. “How did you—”
“It’s a two-person Daydream, you pervy git. Fred made it special.” She beamed. “Surprised?”
George grinned, pulling her into his lap and cupping her breast. “Very pleasantly.”
He couldn’t. Verity teetered atop a stepladder, restocking Patented Daydream Charms, bare-arsed beneath her shockingly short skirt. Cursing his questionable morals and trembling with lust, he reached forward, sliding a palm up her—
“Getting into your own supply, boss?”
George opened his eyes and shook his head; Verity stood over his chair, smirking.
“Maybe,” George allowed. “How did you—”
“It’s a two-person Daydream, you pervy git. Fred made it special.” She beamed. “Surprised?”
George grinned, pulling her into his lap and cupping her breast. “Very pleasantly.”