Chapter 1050

Chapter 1050

Janet reached out, dabbing at his mouth with her finger. She couldn't help but giggle. “You’ve got a milk mustache, Mr. Blackwood.”

Mason raised his brows and caught her hand before she could pull it away. “Wipe it off properly then,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

She blinked, but as she moved to wipe the foam away, she felt a sudden, sharp warmth. Mason had gently taken her index finger into his mouth, giving it a playful, teasing bite.

Janet’s eyes widened, and she quickly yanked her hand back.

He let out a low laugh and picked up the bottle of milk again. He finished it slowly, deliberately letting a few drops spill over his lips. When he was done, he traced the tip of his tongue across his mouth, eyeing her with a suggestiveness that made her skin tingle.

Janet swallowed hard and hastily looked away, staring out the window at the clouds.

“Janet,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “Were you just checking me out?”

Janet coughed, trying to regain her composure. “No. You’re seeing things.”

“Really?” Mason reached out, gently but firmly turning her face back toward him. A dangerous gleam danced in his eyes as he purred, “Could it be that you were waiting for me to lick your lips instead?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Janet sputtered, her face heating up.

She was constantly baffled by his audacity. Despite his devilish good looks, he could be absolutely shameless. All it took was one look from him to stir a desire she usually kept under lock and key. She shuddered inwardly. She hadn't always been this way; before Mason, the idea of physical lust had barely crossed her mind. Now, it felt like he had systematically corrupted her.

“Jan.” As if reading her thoughts, Mason leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her cheek. “It’s only natural to feel this way. You don’t have to be embarrassed by it.”

Janet’s flush deepened, and she hurriedly clamped her hand over his mouth. She shot a nervous glance toward Henry. He seemed occupied, but the thought of him overhearing their private banter made her cringe. “I get it. Please, stop talking.”

Mason only chuckled against her palm. He reached down and unbuckled both their seatbelts, pulling her up. “Fine. If we can't talk here, we'll talk somewhere else.”

“What are you doing?” Janet hissed, her heart starting to race. If Lara or the others saw her like this, she’d lose every ounce of her authority.

But Mason didn't give her a choice. He led her toward the private section of the cabin—though 'private' was a generous term, as only a heavy curtain separated it from the rest of the plane. Janet took a cautious step back, but that only allowed Mason to close the distance.

He laughed softly, his voice meant only for her. “Babe, now that we’re 'alone,' you can give me that kiss.”

Janet looked at the floor, trying to stay firm. “I told you, you're mistaken.”

“Is that so?” He smirked, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from hers, tracing the curve of her mouth without quite touching. “What if I’m the one who wants a kiss?”

He sounded stubborn, and with his hands gripping her waist, she knew there was no escape. “Kiss me, Janet,” he commanded, his tone shifting from playful to authoritative.

Knowing he would only push further if she refused, Janet braced herself and pressed her lips to his. His lips were cool, but the familiar, soothing scent of him made her guard crumble instantly. It was supposed to be a brief peck, but the moment they touched, her heart began to beat erratically, and she felt herself melting into him.

She didn't dare move, afraid of encouraging him further.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked hoarsely. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, and found her lips again with a newfound urgency. Mason was a master of this game; within minutes, Janet felt as though her very breath belonged to him.

Finally, Mason lowered his head, burying his face against her neck. His voice was a gravelly rumble from the back of his throat. “Well? How was it?”

Janet bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

He didn't back down. His hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt as he growled, “Answer me, Janet.”

“What do you want me to say?” she asked, feigning innocence despite her heavy breathing.

He bent his head, nipping at her collarbone before whispering, “Tell me exactly how that kiss tasted.”