Chapter 1007

Chapter 1007

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice a low, vibrating hum.

The very next second, Mason reached out and pressed a button on the console. With a silent, mechanical whir, the privacy partition slid upward, sealing the rear of the car into a world of its own.

Janet watched him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She couldn't resist teasing him. “You’re a f*cking animal, Mason Lowry! Seven hours last night wasn't enough for you? You still want more today?”

She looked at him with genuine wonder. Is he a sex maniac? How does he have this much energy?

“Yes,” Mason admitted without a shred of shame. He moved like a predator, pouncing on her and locking his hands around her waist.

He pulled her into a deep kiss before trailing his lips down to the sensitive skin of her neck, eventually sinking his teeth gently into her collarbone. The sensation sent a jolt through Janet’s entire body, snapping her back to her senses.

“What is wrong with you?” she gasped.

Something felt off. Mason usually maintained a baseline of decorum in the car unless he was truly at his breaking point. But they had just spent seven hours together the previous night! Logically, he should be exhausted.

“Stop talking and just let me kiss you,” Mason murmured against her skin. He began to pepper her neck and collarbone with willful, hungry kisses. He was even more passionate than usual, his voice dropping into a hoarse, desperate register.

Despite his claim that he only wanted a kiss, his hands were already growing playful, sliding beneath her clothes. Janet caught his wrists, her voice low and serious. “Mason, you barely slept last night and you’ve been at the office all day. If you keep pushing like this, can your body even handle it?”

She was trying to be the voice of reason. If he didn't learn some moderation while he was young, his health—and his kidneys—would pay the price later!

However, her concern only acted as a provocation. Mason let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “You’ll find out soon enough exactly how 'well' my body is performing.”

“I—”

Before she could finish, he silenced her with another kiss, nipping at her lip as a playful punishment. The intensity of his touch was so overwhelming that Janet felt a strange, fleeting thought—as if this were their last time together. She wanted to resist, but under his expert touch, she was breathless and pliant in seconds.

Taking a moment to catch her breath as he moved to her ear, Janet tried one last time. “Not here. Let’s just go home.”

“Don’t worry. Sean can’t hear a thing through the partition,” Mason teased, his eyes dark with mischief. “Even if your moans are louder than they were last night, he’s oblivious.”

Janet shot him a sideways glance. “Who said I was afraid of Sean?”

The mention of Sean reminded her of another matter. She nudged Mason’s chest, her expression turning serious. “Actually, you should let Black Python go back to Sandfort City. Long-distance relationships are a nightmare; let the man go back and find some happiness.”

“Don’t mention another man when you’re in my arms,” Mason growled, his tone suddenly dominant and possessive. He nipped at her earlobe. “Keep it up, and you won’t be able to speak at all by the time we get home.”

Janet was left speechless.

Despite his bold words, Mason eventually showed some restraint. He didn't take things to the finish line in the car. He knew as well as she did that the swelling from their seven-hour marathon hadn't fully subsided yet.

“What’s going on? You’re definitely acting strange today,” Janet said, reaching up to lightly pinch his cheek.

Mason’s eyes shimmered with a soft, unreadable smile. “It’s just your imagination.”

He pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as they looked out the window. “Just sit with me. Let’s watch the sunset.”

The cycle of the sun, rising and setting, felt like a metaphor for their own lives—meeting, falling, and choosing each other every single day. Mason reached up to toy with her earlobe. “There are still so many things I want us to do together.”

Janet remained silent, leaning into his warmth as the world outside turned a blurry, golden orange. she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, holding on as if she never intended to let go.

Mason leaned down, hugging her even tighter. “It’s getting cold,” he whispered, his gaze darkening. “Hug me tighter.”

Later, in the master bedroom of the Lowry Residence, the sound of the shower finally faded.

Mason emerged from the bathroom with a towel draped loosely around his waist. Water droplets still clung to his black hair, sliding down his chest and over the sharp lines of his abdomen.

Janet was already settled on the bed, her laptop open as her beautiful eyes remained focused on the glowing screen.