"I'm sorry, Master Ian!" Suzie screamed out in fear, her very being trembling so hard that it was a wonder that she was still able to hold herself up on her feet.
Ian's hand stopped wandering, and he leaned his forehead against Shelby's. One hand securely anchored his little girl's bum close to almost his chest while she was sandwiched between him and the wall, her legs still wrapped around him. His fingers brushed against her breasts one last time, and he pulled his hand out from underneath her bra, clearly irritated at the interruption.
He pecked her lips and set her down on her feet, catching her before she slumped all the way down. Her legs were like jelly, and he knew. He helped straighten her clothes and chuckled, dropping a kiss on her hair.
Ian flicked his hands in annoyance at Suzie, indicating that she should scram.