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.

as he captured her lips in a fierce kiss,

his back, his frustration all too

in suspense like this. What man could handle

fingers tracing

would serve him right, she thought with a

weren't kidding

She sat up gracefully, smoothing her tousled hair, still damp from their earlier tussle. With

elegant line of her shoulder blades, and her skin, so fair it almost

with the evidence of his passion, red marks from where he'd kissed,

around Selena's slender frame from behind, kissing the back of her neck, his voice a low rumble. "Selena, stay with me

She slipped out of his embrace, got dressed

not minding his gaze on

she looked down at him with a teasing smile. "If you won't take me home,

on her heel, ready to

silhouette, frustration gnawing at him over her seeming

into the parking lot