Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 606

Selena had never really seen another man get caught up in desire, but she imagined it would be something wild and intimidating. Yet, even when Everett's eyes were blazing with want, he somehow managed to look irresistibly sexy instead of anything less.

The tension in his jaw, the way his breath came in quick gasps, the captivating lines of his biceps as he held her waist, and the powerful strength in his core-it was as if every inch of him was perfectly crafted to tap into her deepest desires.

Maybe it was just her age catching up with her, or perhaps it was the realization that she too had certain needs. Those days of pretending not to care were long gone, and, as if by some cosmic joke, every part of this exasperating man seemed to align perfectly with her fantasies.

Still, Selena was a little mad, not quite willing to forgive him so easily. Her feminine pride and her body's instincts were locked a wild tug-of-war.

Everett's dark eyes stayed fixed on hers, tuned in to her every emotion, fully aware of the turmoil in her heart. He could feel her resolve starting to crumble.

Everett was always one to seize the moment and press his advantage. But this time, he put his own desires on hold. Lifting her onto the edge of the pool, he slowly lowered his head, catching her completely off guard.

Selena's fingers instinctively wove into his hair, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Tears slowly brimmed at the corners of her eyes, á sob caught in her throat.

She thought to herself, Everett was such an infuriating man. Three years ago, she had sworn never to get tangled up with him again, convinced they'd each go their own way. Yet he'd pursued her without relent, using every trick in the book to win back her heart.

could a man

was nearly as pliant as water, wrapped in a large men's robe as Everett carried her back

satisfied, drew her close, unconsciously caressing her smooth back. As Selena drifted toward sleep, he

found its way to her flat stomach, his voice

I regret now, it's that our

the

Lily been born, she would have been like Mateo, calling him dad, reaching out for hugs, crawling into his lap for affection.

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have treasured her, hould

precious

gem.

have burdened her with rules or heirloom responsibilities. She would have grown up happy, free to do

sentimental, he rambled on, sharing his thoughts more than usual. Selena was glad Mateo wasn't

favored sons; he, on

explain about Lily,

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