?<strong>Chapter 1438:</strong>


    Lowell’s eyes lingered on Tracy’s outfit, his expression unreadable. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his tone as t as ever. “You look sexy today. I really like it.”


    Tracy let out a mockingugh. “As if your opinion matters. Honestly, I regret bothering with this. I’m leaving.”


    She rose to her feet, but Lowell acted on impulse, pulling her back into his arms with one swift motion. Before she could even process what had happened, his hands were on her chest, firm and unapologetic.


    A sharp sensation rippled through Tracy, teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure. An involuntary sound escaped her lips, betraying the swirl of emotions she couldn’t quite suppress.


    “Forgive me,” Lowell murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “I miss you. I miss you so much. Please, don’t go.”


    Still bristling with anger, Tracy shot back, “Don’t touch me. We’re not that close.”


    But Lowell wasn’t about to let her slip away. He trapped her legs with his own, pinning her in ce. One of his hands slipped free, finding its way between her thighs like it belonged there.


    Tracy’s sharp intake of breath betrayed her surprise. “What do you think you’re doing?”


    “To make you happy,” Lowell replied without hesitation. Losing her wasn’t an option. She was the only woman who had ever made him feel this way, and he wasn’t about to—


    Let her walk out of his life. Tracy put up a half-hearted struggle, but her resolve wavered. Eventually, she stopped resisting, her body surrendering to the electric pull of Lowell’s touch.


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    As his fingers worked their magic, her hips began to move, almost involuntarily, betraying her growing need.


    Lowell smirked, his voice teasing. “Impatient, aren’t we?”


    Tracy pouted, clearly unimpressed by his taunting. “You’re the one who insisted on keeping me here. You promised to make me happy, and now you’re dragging your feet? If you’ve changed your mind, just say so, and I’ll be on my way.”


    “Where do you think you’d go, hmm?” Lowell murmured, spinning Tracy around effortlessly until she was perched on hisp, her legs draped on either side of him.


    For a split second, Tracy’s heart skipped a beat, fearing he might remove her mask.


    However, she was reading too much into it—Lowell just wanted to get a clearer shot.


    With a swift, deliberate motion, Lowell imed her, sending a wave of ecstasy through Tracy that curled her toes in delight. Then, wrapping her tightly in his arms, he rose to his feet.


    Thrown off bnce, Tracy grabbed onto him, confusion flickering in her eyes. “What are you doing?”


    “Switching things up. The couch isn’t cutting it,” he replied with a sly grin.


    Tracy raised an eyebrow and asked, “So, where exactly do you want to take this?”


    Lowell carried Tracy with slow, purposeful steps, savoring every soft moan that escaped her lips.


    He loved teasing her like this; her moans were like a sweet melody to him, and he couldn’t get enough.


    Noticing his yful intent, Tracy pinched him and whispered, “If you keep this up, I’ll stop talking to you.”


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