Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1609

As his words faded.

The man crashed his lips down on hers.

The kiss was deep and demanding, carrying an undisguised, predatory dominance.

"Mmph..."

Serena was forced to tilt her chin up, her breathing growing erratic.

Yet her fingers hooked into his tie, pulling him even closer.

The ragged breathing and the soft rustle of clothes shifting against the upholstery were exceptionally loud.

The sofa yielded slightly beneath their weight.

The space between them dissolved into a haze of chaotic breaths.

Between lingering kisses, the man's husky voice murmured softly, "Ms. Panacea... for this, how much more do I need to add?"

Serena let out a soft laugh.

The sound shattered against his lips, so thick with tension it made their ears burn. "Well, do you want more?"

"Naturally." The man's tone dripped with raw, unfiltered desire.

Serena yanked his tie down, delivering another resounding kiss. "I trust that whatever The Sterling Sovereign adds to the tab won't leave me disappointed."

They collided again, mouths locking in a desperate, intoxicating embrace.

Their breathing tangled, heavy with seductive tension.

...

Inside the surveillance room, a few of the ship's monitoring staff had been nervously staring at their equipment, diligently listening for any slip-ups or sensitive deals between The Sterling Sovereign and The Panacea.

Instead...

All they heard were pulse-pounding gasps, the wet sound of kissing, and the frantic friction of clothing.

Eventually, the audio made it painfully obvious that the two were thoroughly entangled.

Director Silas Kaelen, having just wrapped up a call with the head of The Med-Tech Quarantine, walked over. "What's the status on The Sterling Sovereign?"

One of the operators cleared his throat awkwardly. "Director Kaelen, so far, there hasn't been anything unusual in their conversation. Plus... The Sterling Sovereign and The Panacea... they're hooking up. Right now they're... cough, you know."

Director Kaelen took one look at the operators' flushed faces and instantly understood what the two VIPs were doing.

Recalling his previous conversation with the quarantine director, his head was already pounding with the disaster surrounding Asset 07.

Now that it was confirmed the billionaire and the doctor were genuinely busy—one in it for the money, the other for the beauty—he couldn't care less about their private games.

The Director massaged his throbbing temples, waving a hand in annoyance. "Cut the feed to The Sterling Sovereign's suite for now. Stop listening."

As she spoke, her hand moved to grip his chin. "Since when did you acquire the identity of The Sterling Sovereign?"

"Usually, you play the perfect, obedient fiancé around me, practically begging for my attention. But behind my back, you turn into the supreme head of the dark web's top syndicate..."

Serena poked his chest firmly as she spoke.

The muscle felt fantastic under her touch.

One poke wasn't enough.

So she poked it two more times. "Does someone enjoy making themselves a target?"

"If I hadn't been there earlier, were you just going to let Asset 07 tear you apart?"

Nicholas caught her roaming hand, wrapping her small fingers securely in his large palm.

The amusement in his eyes darkened a fraction. "Serena, I will never just stand by and watch you walk into danger alone."

"We both know exactly how lethal Project Zero-Transit and Whitecliffe Harbor are."

Tightening his hold, he sat up, pulling Serena securely against his chest.

With his arms locked around her waist, he rested his chin gently against her shoulder. His eyes, previously dancing with warmth, were now piercingly intense. "And you?"

"Serena, why don't you answer me first? Why did you come aboard alone using The Panacea alias, and why are you getting involved with those mutated Obsidian Augments?"