The mere thought of Janey softened his heart. He even entertained fantasies of becoming a worthy stepfather.

However, he couldn't help but think about the baby in Raegan's belly before Raegan had the car incident. If that child was around, it would be older than Janey or perhaps just as cute. Yet, he knew all of this remained a fanciful hope.

The car glided into the underground parking lot.

Mitchel placed a hand on Raegan's buttocks and allowed her to lean into his arms, playfully trying to startle her. “Don't move. We wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention."

Raegan wasn't entirely sure of the spectacle they presented. ALl she desired was to feel the warmth of his body against hers.

Raegan's entire figure was covered by his long suit.

Due to their proximity, her red lips brushed against his cold neck, and she found solace in the simple act of nuzzling his skin.

The familiar and pleasant scent assaulted her nose. She squirmed her way to the room.

Discovering the source of pleasure, Raegan deftly undid his buttons and sank her teeth into his skin to quench her inner thirst. This temptation wasn't something an average person could resist.

"Mr. Stevens will be here in about twenty minutes," Matteo informed, trailing behind.

"Alright..." Mitchel's response lacked his usual calm demeanor. It sounded more like a groan. It exuded an undeniable allure.

Matteo saw Raegan moving under Mitchel's suit. As he watched the scene, a whirlwind of thoughts stormed his mind.

A beep echoed, and the elevator doors gracefully slid apart.

Upon entering, Mitchel directed, "Wait for him here."

“Understood, sir," responded Matteo.

"The elevator is going up." The voice announcement echoed within the elevator.

A security camera was positioned in the elevator, prompting Mitchel to continue covering Raegan with his clothes.

Beneath the tailored suit, Raegan's hair was tousled, and her face exhibited a rosy hue. Her lithe legs were securely entwined around his sturdy waist.

Struggling to maintain composure, Mitchel wore a cold expression as he grappled with the precarious situation.

Concealed beneath the suit, the buttons of his shirt had already been torn apart.