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!

fingers, warm against her skin, brushed softly at the corners of her reddened eyes. His voice softened, coaxing, "Since we've agreed to part on good terms and will always be linked through our child, we should stay friends. Friends help each other out, right? Isn't

was on the

right mind would want to help him out?

really think I need anything from you? Even if it were gold-plated or diamond-studded, I wouldn't be interested!

to hear. His hand slid under her nightgown, exploring freely,

had always done as he

wasn't her decision

never considered

be his

bedroom door swung open. She expected to see Mrs. Bennett up and about but instead found the tall, imposing figure

was

a contented smile that Ava, with her seasoned eye, recognized from a mile away. Fora moment, she

in manners and casually instructed, "Make

"1

headed downstairs, Ava snapped back to

her face flushed and hair tousled, trying to cover the tell-tale

under her breath and softly

her expression flat, adjusted her clothes and replied

held and kissed her, but after she landed a couple of slaps on him, dampening