Chapter 720
Janet fumed beneath the blanket. If that’s how he wants it, he can beg for all I care!
But the moment the thought crossed her mind, Mason’s deep, seductive voice whispered right against her ear. “Babe... you started this. Don't you dare regret it now.”
His scorching breath hit the back of her neck, sending a violent shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her face into the pillow.
She felt his hand slide beneath the silk sheets, followed by a low, dark chuckle. “You aren’t wearing a thing. How convenient.” His voice was so husky it felt bewitching, causing a deep crimson flush to spread across her cheeks.
“You were so bold a second ago,” he teased, his breath ghosting over her ear. “Why so shy now?” He had never seen her this flustered, and the sight only fueled the fire in his veins. “If you’ve changed your mind, I’m leaving.”
He made a show of starting to rise, but Janet moved like lightning. She turned over, hooking her legs around him to keep him in place. “Don’t you dare leave,” she rasped.
Mason smirked. For months, he had been the one tortured by her presence; it was finally time for her to feel the heat. He leaned down, peppering her cheek with light kisses. “Be a good girl, then,” he whispered. “Unbutton me.”
He guided her hands to his chest. Janet didn't hesitate this time. She methodically worked through the buttons of his shirt before moving down to his belt. Her fingers brushed the cold metallic buckle, and for a heartbeat, she faltered.
“Sweetheart,” Mason groaned, his patience wearing thin. “Please. Hurry.”
Janet felt like she was losing her mind. Normally, she would have kicked him out for being so demanding, but she found herself following his lead. She fumbled with the buckle, but having only tried to unfasten a man's belt once before, she was hopelessly clumsy. After a minute of struggling, she lost her temper. “I give up! This thing is broken!”
Mason let out a delighted laugh. With a flick of his wrist, the metal buckle clinked open with a sharp, clear sound.
Janet grabbed his hand, her voice urgent. “You... you have to be gentle.”
He nodded, leaning in to kiss her deeply, but he purposefully refused to take the final step. Janet’s toes curled in frustration as she realized he was teasing her. “Can you actually do this, or are we just talking?” she snapped.
Mason looked up, his almond-shaped eyes swirling with dark, turbulent desire. “You’ve tortured me for months, Janet. Can’t you wait five minutes?” he asked playfully. “Tell me—how much do you want me?”
“Enough with the talk!” Janet finally snapped. She lunged forward, flipping their positions until she was pressing Mason into the mattress. “From now on, you listen to me.”
Mason was momentarily stunned by her dominance, then he let out a rich, booming laugh. “Sure thing, naughty girl. You’re in charge.”
The words had barely left his mouth before the sounds of rustling fabric filled the room. His shirt, belt, and trousers hit the floor in a heap as the last of their restraints vanished.