The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492

Sean lowered his gaze and asked in a soft, magnetic voice, “Do you want a kiss?”

Charlotte turned her head slightly to glance at the driver, then pressed her lips together. “No.”

Sean reached out and gently tapped the tip of her nose. “Say you do. Be good.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his. Those almond–shaped eyes sparkled with light as she stared straight at him, completely still.

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Suddenly, she broke into a giggle and grinned. “Sean, you’re really good–looking.”

Sean smiled at her. “Then do you want a kiss?”

His dark eyes locked onto hers, drawing her in with a quiet kind of pull.

Still tipsy and a little childish, Charlotte let out a soft laugh and nodded. “I do.”

“Then come kiss me,” Sean murmured. His voice was low and rough.

He leaned back in the seat, tilting his head just a little, watching her patiently.

Charlotte didn’t hesitate. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

Their mouths met.

Her kisses were messy and awkward, completely lacking technique.

She clearly hadn’t improved at all.

Sean kissed her back slowly, savoring the moment. A small smile tugged at his lips as a wave of warmth filled his chest.

Charlotte kept kissing him. Her kisses were soft and innocent, light little pecks without any hint of seduction.

But that wasn’t enough for Sean. He reached up, gently cupped the back of her head, and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.

His tongue slipped between her parted lips and found hers.

Their tongues brushed and tangled as the heat between them steadily built.

As the kiss deepened, Charlotte’s hands began to roam.

Her smooth, pale fingers drifted down toward his abs.

Sean let out a low grunt and grabbed her hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to feel your abs,” she muttered, wriggling her hand free and placing it on him again.

The driver, sensing the change in atmosphere, quietly raised the privacy partition.

Sean let out a breathless laugh. “So you’re taking advantage of me while you’re drunk, huh?”

Charlotte’s cheeks were flushed and dewy, her skin glowing in the low light. She looked at him with soft, hazy eyes and murmured sweetly, her voice low and husky, “I want you,..”

Sean’s Adam’s apple shifted as he swallowed, his gaze growing darker. “Want what?”

He already knew, but he asked anyway.

Charlotte let out a tiny, frustrated huff and didn’t answer. Instead, she reached forward and boldly pressed her hand against the bulge in his pants.

Sean sucked in a sharp breath, quickly grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away. His voice had gone rough. “Lottie, are you drunk or did someone drug you?”

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She mumbled in a sleepy voice, “Not druggeds.”

So she really was just drink. And bold.

“Are you really drunk, or are you faking it?” Sean asked, chuckling low in his throat as he held her hand in place. “Why do you always try to get handsy when you drink?”

It wasn’t the first time.

The last time she got tipsy, her hands had wandered too.

But this time was even worse.

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