Mason did not immediately let her go.

He pressed her against the wardrobe door, his large palm slipping into her robe, teasing her lightly, "What could be more important for you to do than me?"

Zoe, of course, was familiar with such tricks from a man like him.

She slightly tilted her head, enduring his teasing. Occasionally, she could not help but let out a soft moan.

After a while,her eyes were misty as she spoke, "Mason, I told you that I was not going to be locked up like a bird in a cage