Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 900

Selena stayed quiet.

But Everett wouldn't let it go, peppering her ear with soft kisses and expertly stirring her desires. Her body gradually softened, and her breath quickened.

She couldn't push him away, leaving her caught between frustration and fluster.

Selena's dark eyes were filled with a fire, almost growling, "Since when did you become such a gentleman?"

He was clearly playing with her, teasing on purpose.

He knew her too well, and she couldn't compete with him.

Everett chuckled, "Are you saying I should stop being a gentleman?"

"I'm saying you should leave!"

But as soon as she said it, Everett's hand was on the back of her head, and he kissed her with a commanding passion.

Only a fool would walk away now.

Besides, he could tell her resolve was melting, no matter what she said.

Selena couldn't hold out against his strength and tactics for long. She soon gave in, and Everett, grasping her slender waist, lifted her onto the dressing table, indulging even more freely.

The air was thick with heat.

Breathing heavily, Everett pulled back slightly, his intense gaze locked on Selena. His voice was raspy, "Selena, can I stay the night?"

At that moment, Selena was no better off than he was.

Her eyes were dazed, her skin glistening with sweat. She looked at him, knowing she should say no, but the words wouldn't come.

Her voice was hoarse, "Why are you up so early?"

Sometimes she really admired Everett's energy. They hadn't slept until four, and with just two hours of rest, he seemed unfazed.

Everett fastened his shirt, leaned down, and kissed her lips. "I've got a flight at nine. I need to get going."

Selena swatted his hand away, "Stop blaming women for your lack of self-control."

Everett laughed, "Right, my wife is always right."

"Who's your wife?"

Selena turned over, "Just go already, and let me sleep."