?<strong>Chapter 1511:</strong>


    “If that’s your concern, then hold on tight. I won’t go easy on you tonight,” he replied, matching her yful tone.


    Tracy’s heartyughter filled the room. “Okay, babe, make sure I’m too exhausted to move.”


    Lowell’s thoughts instantly took a seductive turn. He gripped her waist firmly, resuming their passionate rhythm, each movement sending tremors through her.


    As the night stretched on, neither kept track of time. After a while, she suggested a change of scenery to thepany’s break room. Driven by impulse, he gave in to every whim. That night, wherever she led, he eagerly followed.


    By the time they returned to Lowell’s office, Tracy was visibly exhausted.


    Lowell, on the other hand, was still buzzing with energy, keeping her close.


    The night had been wild, and Lowell, like most men, savored the rush of such heated encounters.


    He wrapped Tracy in a gentle embrace upon noticing her fatigue. “When are you going to take off the mask?” he asked, his impatience clear. “I’m eager to see your face.”


    Tracy offered him a weary smile, barely opening her eyes. “You want to see my face?” she murmured, snuggling deeper into his arms.


    “Of course,” he responded, his voice tinged with frustration. “You’re my girlfriend. We’ve been together so long, yet I’ve never seen your face.”


    He felt her beauty even without seeing her face. Why did she feel the need to hide?


    “I’m a woman who cherishes special moments,” Tracy said calmly. “I want to show you my face on a day that’s more memorable.”


    “And when will that be?”


    “When the time is right, you’ll see,” she assured him after a brief pause.


    Lowell fell silent, mulling over her words.


    After a moment, he confessed, “It’s frustrating, being in a rtionship yet feeling like you’re still hiding from me.”


    “Why say that?” Tracy asked, half-smiling despite her exhaustion. “You were wonderful tonight.”


    “But still, you won’t let me see your face,” Lowell persisted, reaching out tentatively toward her mask.


    “If you try to remove my mask,” Tracy warned, her tone still gentle, “you’ll never see me again.”


    Lowell instantly retracted his hand.


    “Don’t ruin our special moment,” she said, noticing his displeasure. “Believe me, I’m looking forward to that day even more than you are.”


    Lowell sighed, choosing to let the matter rest. He held her close, asionally caressing and kissing her as dawn neared.


    “Help me get dressed, then drive me home,” Tracy finally spoke, growing drowsy.


    “You’re letting me take you home?” Lowell asked, surprised.


    “Yes, I need to test you, right? How else will I know if you truly love me?”


    Lowell chuckled at her yful challenge before helping her dress. Once ready, Tracy acted spoiled, insisting he carry her to the car, which he dly did.


    As they settled into the car, she yawned. “Why don’t you just stay at my ce and get some sleep?” she suggested.


    “Of course, Lowell couldn’t refuse. He was eager to spend more time with her, so he happily epted her invitation.”


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