Heather turned her attention to Miguel, who pulled a small wrap from the boy's underwear. That's when she noticed the odd bulge. Her curiosity overriding caution, and she reached out to touch the boy's behind, but he slapped her hand away.
"Not yet, baby," he whispered, then pressed a finger to her lips before trailing it slowly downward, lingering at the hollow of her throat.
Lauren pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the boy straddling Heather. The boy's oiled chest pressed against Heather's, her face slack with shock.
"You know the rules, no phones!" Miguel barked. His brow furrowed, but the boy on his lap nipped at his ear, nuzzling his neck, and Miguel's anger dissolved into a giggle.
Heather's voice cut through. "What are you planning to do with that photo?"
"Wouldn't you love you know?" Lauren hissed without looking at her.
"Lauren, delete it. No one needs to know about this," Miguel said sharply.
