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.

so bold. Your skills aren’t

Jeremiah asked, “Not great?”

an eyebrow, looking both alluring and mischievous and let

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

do with me?”

pulling her into his embrace and resting his chin on

her

you like boys or

Jeremiah, her fair arm resting on

looked down, and after holding her gaze for a few seconds, he spoke softly, “If you don’t like it, we don’t have to have

fluttered a bit. 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 all. Whatever you say, we’ll do as you

as she spoke

Jeremiah was speechless.

morning, as usual, Jeremiah prepared breakfast – quiche, orange juice,

he would spoil her with

gained weight, and her waist stayed slim without an ounce

Jeremiah was driving. Yvette was lounging lazily in the passenger seat, eyes downcast, fiddling with her phone. She yawned, looking a bit listless, and her indifferent profile showed a hint of

a deep voice. “What’s wrong? Didn’t sleep

on him, and her blue

just asking knowingly?” she

awkwardly and asked, “How about

her tongue, slowly put

said, “You switch

insisted that driving required intense focus, saying,

Jeremiah and Yvette’s flight landed in Betrico

As soon: him.

the airport, they saw Emmett standing at the entrance with a black, understated

cars were common

presence made passersby turn their heads.

black business car carried a license plate recognized by everyone

with ‘Betrico’ and had five zeros.

symbol

there,

changed slightly when he saw

stepped up to meet them, slightly howing, and said, “Mr. Chavez,

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

“stay away,

dressed in a

white T-shirt and shorts, with a baseball cap on her

long, straight legs were strikingly

a seven-foot aura. Even with