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!

her reddened eyes. His voice softened, coaxing, "Since we've agreed to part on

Selena was on the

right mind would want to help him out? Forget

Even if it were gold-plated or diamond-studded,

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

done as

it wasn't her decision to

he had never considered ending things

always be

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

face was

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

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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back to reality and rushed into

and hair tousled, trying to cover the tell-tale

a curse under her breath and softly asked, "Ma'am,

adjusted her clothes and

brazen man had held and kissed her, but after she landed a couple of slaps on him,