Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

In the past, Selena was usually the one taking charge, and every time, Everett seemed to just go along with it so easily that she mistakenly thought of him as the delicate one, like a soft-hearted partner. But now, she realized just how wrong she was. He could pin her down He knew her body like the back of his hand. When he leaned in and gently kissed the little mole on her collarbone, her body shivered involuntarily. Selena's eyes and nose tinged with a blush as she bit down on her lower lip, determined not to let any compromising sounds escape. Everett's fingers playfully caressed her lips, now rosy from his kisses, and as he realized he could still stir her senses, his recent anxieties and self-doubt began to lift. He thought to himself, 'Selena was just being dramatic and acting out.' Though this time, for some reason, it had dragged on a bit longer than usual.

without breaking a sweat. His hands wandered over her body, teasing and toying with her, stirring up emotions while she was all fired up yet helpless.

She'd made some progress since before though. This time, she actually managed to snag a bit of his attention, giving him a rare bit of trouble over the last few days. Still, everything had its limits.

Everett was naturally reserved. He used to deal with a heart condition when he was younger, so he was extra cautious about getting too emotional. Plus, his ambitions were all about the Bennett Corporation and the Bennett family. He found the thrill of business battles and victories way more exciting than any sappy romance stuff.

This little drama needed wrapping up.

Everett glanced down at Selena beneath him. Her eyes glistened with tears, and a few strands of her hair stuck to her flush cheeks. Her breathing was a bit heavier, and her red lips were slightly parted, silently inviting.

He originally just wanted to mess with her a bit out of annoyance, especially since they were in the office, where he always kept personal and professional matters separate. Sometimes, at social events, when some execs had a few too many drinks, they'd start bragging about their romantic adventures.

flavors: the capable, hardworking ones, and the charming, decorative ones. They would describe how often there wasn't enough time to pick the perfect spot, and things would

down on that sort of behavior. Weren't humans supposed to be more evolved because of their

were no better than what single-celled

admit, the saying "passion clouds the mind" could

constantly challenging his masculinity

her responsibilities, so some

was running through Everett's mind. What once thrilled her about their closeness now just felt like a deep insult. She

at her long legs, his voice low and husky cutting through the silence, "You know, if you'd worn those black stockings today, might've given your suggestion a thought."

was so close, his breath warm against her

teasing note, "I did mention that I can be quite easygoing

making

she should've