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

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Jeremiah's eyes darkened as he watched Yvette leaning casually against the doorframe. Her loose-fitting clothes and carefree demeanor exuded a teasing air. A dangerous sinile played on his lips, and an intense flicker glinted in his eyes.

Yvette offered a sly smile of her own, starting to close the door, but Jeremiah's deep, gravelly voice stopped her. "So, you think you can just flirt and dash?" he teased.

Before she could react, Jeremiah reached out, pulling her into his arms. In a swift motion, he pressed her back against the doorframe. Yvette hesitated, her fingers twitching slightly.

Jeremiah noticed her moment of distraction, and his smile deepened. He leaned closer, his nose brushing lightly against her forehead. His hand grazed the sensitive skin behind her ear, his fingertips tingling from the warmth radiating from her. Their eyes met, and Yvette instinctively took a small step back. The subtle movement only seemed to fuel the intensity of Jeremiah's gaze.

Jeremiah looked at her. His ocean-blue eyes glittered with a mysterious light as he loomed closer. "Let's bathe together," he murmured, his voice rich and low.

Yvette's lashes fluttered, and her hair framed her face, its strands contrasting against her lightly tanned skin. Her wrists and ankles gleamed faintly, her slender waist so delicate it seemed breakable under his firm grip, Jeremiah's heart thudded at the sight. Yvette blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment, before the murmured. "Hold me. That was all the invitation Jeremiah needed.

Tightening his arms around her, he scooped her up effortlessly, is firm grip steady on her waist. As he carried her into the room, the door swung shut behind them with a thud.

Jeremiah's chiseled abs tapered seamlessly down to his narrow waist, his lean silhouette exuding a sculptural perfection. Every line of his physique was sharply defined, a delicate balance of strength and grace, as if he were a sculpture.

Through the swirling steam, their entwined figures became ghostly outlines, their shadows dancing faintly across the frosted glass. Yvette's senses seemed to sharpen with every passing second.

Jeremiah's damp hair clung haphazardly to his forehead, adding a wild, untamed charm to his already striking appearance as his chest heaved with passionate intensity.

Looking down, Jeremiah took in the sight of the alluring woman beneath him. Yvette's flushed ears and rosy neck. shimmered faintly under the soft bathroom light. Her collarbones, delicate and pronounced, stirred something deep within, Jeremiah, sending shivers down his spine.

At midnight, Jeremiah carefully lifted Yvette out of the tub. He rapped her in a towel, his touch gentle as he dried her off. Though his desires tugged at him, he restrained himself, knowing too well that pushing further might upset her.

Jeremiair's half-naked frame was illuminated by the dim light.owel wrapped loosely around his wrist, he towered over her as he carried her to the bed.

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"Okay."

react, Yvette shifted their positions with surprising agility, straddling his thighs. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a silvery glow on their entangled

and finally settled into bed. Jeremiah pulled Yvette close, his hand gently stroking her damp hair. "Go to sleep." he murmured, his voice tender. Yvette gave a soft hum of agreement, her eyes closing as

hand paused for a moment.

eyes occasionally drifting toward the exchanged subtle glances, each silently

and questioned, "What's up with Yvette and Mr. Chavez? According to her schedule, she should've been back from her workout by now. Something feels off. Bruce

even here. Can you two stop being so lovey-dovey? Have some mercy on us single people, would you?* Chris, usually quiet, surprised everyone when he suddenly spoke "I wish I could just break the two of you up," he

choked on his coffee. 'Leave it to Chris to say something Bruce might

surprise, musing. Who knew

his look was unmistakable. Apart from Jeremiah, Bruce was the toughest

his nose. "My bad. I'll go reflect on my

weren't fazed, but for Sienna, it was a revelation. "I never knew Chris had such a funny side, she remarked, watching him crouched in the corner like a

tearing into his sandwich. "This? The is nothing. Back when we were training under Mr. Chavez, Chris and I would eavesdrop whenever we got the chance, We'd ferch by the door like a couple of gargoyles, he reminisced, Hearing this, Sienna turned to Bruce, who nodded in agreement while peeling an egg. "Mr. Chavez didn't believe in corporal punishment, so we came up with