Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 730

Everett grabbed her chin, his face a storm of anger. She had an uncanny knack for getting under his skin with just a few words.

Selena smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes, as she held his face and kissed him softly. Her lips brushed over his brow, his lips, his chin, and his throat, each kiss making Everett's anger melt away, replaced by a simmering heat.

"You little tease," he gasped, his breath ragged.

Everett pushed her back onto the bed, yanking off his belt and letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. He leaned in, his desire almost tangible.

Yet, her small hand was there again on his chest. "Everett, it's late. Take me home."

Everett felt his patience stretch to the limit. "Selena, do you really think I'm gonna be thrilled about driving you home right now?"

He clasped her hand, letting her feel the urgency and longing coursing through him.

Selena remained cool as a cucumber. "If you don't, I might just find myself in someone else's bed tomorrow."

Her voice was sultry, with a hint of playfulness that drew him in like a moth to a flame. But every word she spoke made Everett's frustration flare.

eyes burned as he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, breaking it off

rolled away, lying on his back, his frustration all too evident.

like this. What man

bit as she draped herself across his bare chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles. "If I'm not your endgame, why should I care if you're out of

right,

anger simmering. "They weren't kidding when they said hell hath no

fazed. She sat up gracefully, smoothing her tousled hair, still damp from their earlier tussle. With an elegant twist, she gathered it

the elegant

his passion,

He sat up, wrapping his arms around Selena's slender frame from behind, kissing the back

unfazed. She slipped out of his embrace, got dressed

not minding his gaze on

a teasing smile. "If you

that, Selena turned on her heel,

her seeming indifference. Yet,

hour later, they pulled into the parking lot at Crescent