Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 839

Drunk people were famously honest.

Noreen was no exception.

She gave an earnest nod. "I do."

"Then go ahead," he whispered.

Noreen craned her neck upward, but quickly realized she was too far away.

She huffed in frustration. "I can't reach."

Seth tightened his arm around her shoulder and lowered his head until their noses were brushing.

It was deeply intimate.

When he spoke, his warm breath fanned across her face, thick with tension.

"How about now?" he asked.

The frown on her face finally vanished. "Much better."

She tilted her head up slightly and pressed her lips to his.

Whether it was from a lack of practice or just the sheer amount of alcohol in her system, the kiss was incredibly light and tentative.

She tasted him as delicately as a piece of candy.

Seth was clearly unsatisfied with such a chaste touch.

Yet, he didn't dare push for more, terrified that he might shatter this perfect fantasy.

So, he forced himself to stay perfectly still, letting her kiss him however she pleased.

But his ragged breathing and his left hand—gripping the leather seat so hard that the veins stood out against his skin—gave away exactly how much restraint it was taking.

Whether by coincidence or design, there was a faint trace of peppermint on his tongue.

It was intoxicating.

But keeping her neck arched up like that was tiring work.

After a few seconds, she pulled back in annoyance.

"My neck hurts," she mumbled, her tone whiny and coquettish. "Can't you do some of the work?"

In the very next second, before she could even react, Seth's large hands locked onto her waist.

He hauled her against him and crashed his mouth over hers.

It was aggressive.

It was desperate.

Noreen subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, tipping her head back and submitting fully to the kiss.

Her body trembled against his—a silent, undeniable invitation.

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