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    “As a medical professional, you should understand that suppression is detrimental to my health,” he said in a raspy tone. He tightened his embrace, reducing the space between them. “It’s your responsibility now.”


    Elena nodded inwardly. Certainly, suppression could adversely affect one’s health. Given that Wesley had assisted her when she was under the influence of drugs, she technically owed him.


    Consequently, Elena gave in.


    After waiting briefly and seeing no resistance from Elena, Wesley’s face brightened with a smile. He took her hand, his look growing more intense as he slowly guided it downward.


    “Ah!” Her gentle touch met his firm, heated penis, and Wesley groaned with pleasure through the fabric.


    His deep, husky groan echoed in Elena’s ear. Her body froze, her ears ringing with the sound, and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Wesley’s voice, usuallymanding and detached—which kept others at a distance—now had an unmistakably sultry edge.


    Elena was now sitting on hisp, their bodies pressed closely together. Her face was turned away, but the sound of his strained breathing was clear.


    His head was nestled against her neck, sending warm breaths across her skin.


    Overwhelmed by the sensation, Elena closed her eyes.


    Wesley gripped her hand, cing it against the firm outline beneath his trousers, which seemed ready to break free from the confines of the fabric.


    The sound of a zipper being undone next reached her ears.


    Before she could process what was happening, he directed her hand inside.


    “Sweetheart, are you able to manage this by yourself?” he murmured, his tone soft and low.


    When he sensed her hesitation, he subtly rocked his hips to guide her. They were tightly packed together in a single seat, high above the earth where the air was rare and the jet moved subtly with the breeze. In this high-altitude aircraft, their breaths mingled intimately.


    Elena instinctively squeezed a little tighter, and Wesley’s breath hitched,ing in short, sharp gasps right by her ear.


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    Wesley was putty in her hands. Every tiny shift from Elena sent a jolt through him.


    Even though Elena wasn’t exactly a pro, her touch—somewhere between gentle and firm—was driving Wesley absolutely wild. He felt like his body might just give out from the sheer pleasure of it. By the time the ne started its descent, Wesley was trembling like a leaf,pletely losing it under her touch.


    As Elena stepped off the jet, she didn’t even spare Wesley a nce behind her and hopped straight into the Harper family’s fancy car with the driver waiting.


    Wesley, his hands shoved casually in his pockets, had a smug little smile ying on his lips, his eyes glued to her.


    Once Elena was settled in the car, Felix pulled up. He opened the car door and said, “Mr. Spencer, your grandfather needs you back at home.”


    Wesley just grunted a short “Hmm” and got in.


    The moment Wesley hopped in the car, the intense stare that had been burning into Elena’s back finally vanished, and she nced toward his car.


    Javier immediately approached her. “Elena, you really shouldn’t fly on Wesley’s private jet anymore. It’s not nearly as fast as ours.”


    Seeing his clueless face, Elena decided not to get into it.


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