Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1051


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1051


    As he nipped at her corbone, J could feel herself growing numb with pleasure and she let out a


    soft sigh as she moaned, “It was good.”


    She was shocked at the sound of her own voice. Her hand flew to cover her mouth and she shook her


    head.


    When he saw that, Mason broke into a smallugh and pointed out roguishly, “You can’t hide these


    things, J.”


    Flustered, she stomped her feet and frowned at him, blushing furiously as she snapped, “I’ll be going


    now.”


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    Just as she was about to turn, he pulled her back. Before she knew it, her face was buried in his chest


    and she could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.


    He narrowed his eyes and chuckled in amusement. “Look at you getting all worked up, Babe, and we


    haven’t even started yet.”


    Mason’s warm breath stirred against J’s ear as he whispered slowly, “Make sure to keep your voice


    downter or everyone would hear what’s going on. I’m sure the girls would be shocked to learn how


    passionate their leader is behind closed doors. After all, you’ve always put up a cold front with them.


    Then again, I wouldn’t want anyone else to hear your breathing, let alone your moaning. So, don’t be


    afraid and just rx.”


    His words were a mixture of fire and ice, causing her to cave into him.


    She did not dare to make a sound, but it was hard to suppress the primal need to call out for him.


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    It did not help that she was anxious about doing something like this on a ne.


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    He growled next to her ear, “I can feel how tightly wounded you are, Jan—‘tight’ being the operative


    word.”


    J blushed at his words, frustration building up in her at the unfairness of it all. How could he make


    such witty remarks while doing this on a ne?


    The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew. She turned and nipped at his throat before she


    threatened, “If you don’t let go of me right now, I’ll moan in a loud voice.”


    She knew he was possessive and he would not risk letting anyone else hear her like this.


    True enough, upon hearing what she had said, he stopped moving.


    However, just as she was beginning to think that they could leave the private room, he reached up and


    roughly sped his hand over her mouth. Then, he groaned, “ckmailing doesn’t work on me, Jan.”


    “Sh*t.” J wanted to cry out in frustration. She reached out and gripped his thigh instead while


    straining to say. “I want to be on top.”


    She did not want to be pinned down like this.


    Upon hearing that, Mason paused andy down obediently.


    A devilish smirk tugged on his lips as he drawled, “Be gentle. We don’t want to give the others a shock


    now, do we?”


    J did not know how much time had passed, but several rigorous roundster, she could barely


    keep her eyes open. Mason, on the other hand, did not look tired at all. In fact, he looked invigorated.


    The energy he had was inexplicable and she wondered if it was because they had discovered a new


    ce for their passionate endeavors.


    No longer able to suppress her curiosity, she cupped his face with her hands and asked with what


    could be herst strand of rationale, “What’s going on with you today?”


    He reached up and wiped the thinyer of perspiration on her forehead. Then, he grinned as he asked,


    “Are you asking me why I can still continue like this?”


    J hummed weakly.


    Mason’s eyes glimmered and he gave her a gentle peck on the lips before saying contentedly, “Well, it


    could be the excitement of doing it in a new ce, but it’s mostly because you’ve made a grave


    mistake today.”


    She blinked and mumbledzily, “What?” A grave mistake?


    His face darkened and the jealousy was thick in his voice as he exined, “You can’t sing for other


    men.”


    You can’t sing for other men.


    J’s mind tried to wrap around those words, and finally, she understood its meaning.


    Is he talking about my deal with Henry to sing in lieu of payment? Was his passion in bed fueled by his


    jealousy and anger over something as trivial as this?


    She wanted tough.


    With abject jealousy, Mason continued, “When you go outter, tell Henry that I’ll be paying him the


    thirty million.”


    J could not summon the strength to protest, having been drained of all her energy in thest few


    hours. Shey stoically on the bed as she answered, “Suit yourself.”


    I must be insane, she thought to herself. She had gone from spending the better part of the morning


    fretting over how she was going to track down the President to lying next to Mason after doing the deed


    with him in the confines of an aircraft. The worst part of it was that she actually enjoyed it and she


    wanted to curse him for corrupting her like this.


    Slowly, her thoughts began to blur and before long, she drifted into sleep.


    Meanwhile, Mason gazed at Jason while she slept, his lips slowly tipping up into a smile.


    He pushed himself off the bed and wore the pants that he had cast aside.