Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 722

"You..."

Before Selena could finish, the man gently cupped her chin, his tongue slipping into a dance with hers, a dance filled with fiery intensity.

In his eyes, she was like a tempting dessert, and he seemed eager to savor every bit.

Everett found this feeling strangely captivating.

Being with her was like being under a spell; his famed self-control seemed to vanish. All he wanted was to let go and bask in the allure of their chemistry.

The abrupt end to their evening in Northtown had been haunting him. Even if she hadn't returned to Newport, he knew he would've found himself back in Northtown soon enough.

But here she was now, right before him, and he didn't want to wait another moment.

Selena's tongue tingled from his kisses, her breath nearly stolen away. Dizzy, she summoned all her strength to nudge him back just a bit.

And then, she slapped him.

Everett remembered being slapped by Selena more times than he cared to count, almost viewing it as part of their complicated dance.

But this time felt different, almost like it was the first time.

His handsome face darkened slightly, his eyes turning intense and shadowed.

A dangerous aura filled the air.

Selena, catching her breath, showed no sign of fear. She flicked on the bedside lamp, her gaze cool and detached.

"Everett, what do you think I am?"

Everett, brimming with unruly desire, wasn't in the mood for a debate. He leaned in again, brushing his lips against hers, his voice a low, husky murmur with a teasing edge.

"Selena, isn't it natural to feel drawn to each other? Don't pretend you're not feeling it..."

They had always been so in sync, and he could tell when she was feeling it.

Whether it was last time or now, her body clearly had its own desires.

Why not give in and fulfill each other's needs?