Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 465

Old habits die hard!

Everett was still stewing after their last awkward encounter, especially since Selena had been so unresponsive beneath him. No amount of effort could spark her interest, leaving him both frustrated and defeated. But now, under his gentle teasing and caresses, Selena was starting to respond...

A glimmer of excitement sparked in Everett's eyes. After all this time, his desire for her was ready to burst at any moment. He couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her soft, pink lips.

Selena turned her head away, unwilling, but he gently but firmly guided her face back, capturing her lips with his own in a commanding kiss.

"Mrs. Bennett," he said without a hint of shame, "I'm just communicating with our child, as you agreed..."

"Stay focused!"

His kisses were urgent and fierce, leaving Selena with no option but to surrender. The more she tried to fight it, the more she found herself enveloped in his embrace. His hand pressed firmly against her lower back, as if he wanted to meld her into his very being. Selena quickly felt Everett's desire pressing dangerously against her, intensifying the flush on her cheeks, brought on entirely by him.

"Shameless!" she spat, the words escaping through clenched teeth.

Everett was unfazed, continuing to kiss her delicate neck while breathlessly saying, "Mrs. Bennett, it's just a natural male reaction. Don't you feel it too?" She did, indeed.

But what she felt was more the urge to smack some sense into him!

eyes. His voice softened, coaxing, "Since we've agreed to part on good terms and will always be linked through

suggestion, Selena was on the

their right mind would want to help him out? Forget

think I need anything from you? Even if it were

lips firmly sealing away any words she didn't want to hear. His hand slid under her

done as

her decision to

had never considered ending

always be

the vacuum cleaner when the master bedroom door swung open. She expected to see Mrs. Bennett up and about

was

mile away. Fora moment, she thought she was seeing things, standing frozen and forgetting to

was considerably milder. He didn't mind Ava's lapse in manners and casually instructed, "Make an extra breakfast; I'll be eating

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snapped back to reality and rushed into the

hair tousled,

her breath and softly asked, "Ma'am, are

her clothes and

her, but after she landed a couple of slaps on him, dampening his enthusiasm, he had