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!

we've agreed to part on

was on

would want to help him out?

I need anything from you? Even if it were gold-plated

his lips firmly sealing away any words she didn't want to hear. His hand slid under her nightgown, exploring freely, as if

done

it wasn't her decision

he had never considered ending things with

be

when the master bedroom door swung open. She expected to

was a

her seasoned eye, recognized from a mile away. Fora moment, she thought she was seeing things, standing frozen and forgetting to

satisfied his desires, Everett's mood was considerably milder. He didn't mind Ava's lapse in manners and casually instructed, "Make an extra breakfast; I'll

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he headed downstairs, Ava snapped back to reality and rushed into the

and hair tousled, trying to cover the tell-tale marks on her

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

adjusted her clothes and

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