Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Jeremiah leaned forward, and his gaze locked onto her eyes, looking into her clear depths.

His body stiffened slightly. His eyebrows drew together softly.

His fingers rested on the back of her hand, with his pads gently ribbing her palm.

His eyes were blue and deep, his jaw clenched tightly, and his throat moved without him realizing

Suddenly, he felt a bit parched.

His voice was warm. “Want a bite?”

Yvette paused her hand, looked at his earnest face, and pinched his chin.

Her delicate collarbone was a cool, pale shade, luminous, with an irresistible charm, full of audacity.

“Want me to take a bite?” she asked.

Jeremiah’s Hips curled into a smile, his blue eyes shining with mischief. The girl always had a knack for surprising him.

In the next moment, before Yvette could react, Jeremiah stepped forward again, suddenly cupping the back of her head and kissing her, gently biting her lower lip

Yvette narrowed her eyes a bit, and her brows dropped as she licked her lips, a move that drove Jeremiah crazy.

Yvette was speechless.

After a moment, Jeremiah lowered his voice, gently squeezing her waist, his eyes deep and unfathomable. Jeremiah lowered his voice, gently squeezing her waist, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Their breaths mingled. “Pretty sweet,” she said.

Yvette lifted her eyes and brushed her lips, her eyelashes trembling softly. “Mint-flavored,” she added.

Jeremiah let out a chuckle, drawing out his words and nodding slowly as if fully embracing shamelessness.

“How’s the technique?” he asked.

Yvette pulled her band out of Jeremiah’s grip and tugged him forward as he was about to sit back down.

She cupped his chin, her palm resting against his chest, and leaned in to kiss him.

Jeremiah froze completely, unable to stay calm anymore. He thought, ‘Is it okay for her to sit there?

He was speechless.

A few minutes later, Yvette stood up with a blank expression, leaned toward Jeremiah’s car, and spoke in a low voice.

Her breath gave him a tingling feeling.

Your skills aren’t great. You

Jeremiah asked, “Not great?”

an eyebrow, looking both alluring and mischievous and

to a spot slight, clusive smile appearing on his lips, Yvette’s gaze imoved down, her expression momentarily uneasy, and there was a deep look

do with me?” she said

into his embrace and resting his chin

with her hair, gently twirling

you like boys

silent for a few seconds, and then looked up at Jeremiah, her fair arm resting on his leg. She answered,

fingers paused momentarily. He looked down, and after holding her gaze for a few seconds,

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly and, fixing her gaze on Jeremiah, she said, “No regrets?” Jeremiah gently ruffled her hair, and said, “No regrets at

carefree expression disappeared as she spoke lightly

Jeremiah was speechless.

as usual, Jeremiah prepared breakfast – quiche, orange

spoil

Yvette ate, she never gained weight, and her waist stayed slim without an ounce of extra flesh.

with

sideways and asked in a deep voice.

on him,

asking

awkwardly and asked,

put away

switch topics pretty

intense focus, saying,

Jeremiah and Yvette’s flight

As soon: him.

standing at the entrance with

were

Emmett’s presence made passersby turn their

car carried a license plate recognized by

plate began with ‘Betrico’ and had five zeros. It

symbol of prestige and

there, expressionless

His expression only changed slightly

up to meet them, slightly

black casual outfit, and there wasn’t a single wrinkle on his shirt from

gave off an aura that said “stay away, and yet there

dressed in a

white T-shirt and shorts, with a baseball cap

straight legs were

combined presence like a seven-foot aura. Even with only half her