After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie let out a startled gasp, her wide eyes meeting Gavin's as her body stiffened. Perched awkwardly on his lap, she didn't dare move.

"But you took a shower, got so close to me, and then asked if I wanted to stay. If that's not an invitation, then what is it?"

His voice was low and deliberate as his strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, holding her firmly in place. His dark eyes locked onto hers, catching the panic flashing through them.

Jolie's breath hitched, her lips trembling slightly, as though even her soft, petal-like lips were reacting to his words. Her hands instinctively grabbed his arm, feeling the solid, defined muscles beneath her fingers-a testament to years of disciplined fitness. "Mr. Cooper, I..." she began, but before she could finish, his hand tipped her chin up, and his lips captured hers.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip was unrelenting.

The kiss was searing, his breath hot and consuming as he dominated her lips. His intensity left her gasping for air as he claimed every corner of her sweetness.

"Mm!"

It wasn't a kiss of finesse but one of raw possession, clumsy yet overpowering. The roughness made her uncomfortable, her body twisting in protest.

his breath heavy as he shifted, pinning her down on

came in shallow, uneven gasps. Her lashes fluttered as she whispered, "Mr. Cooper, why are you

up, her gaze searching his,

it because, when you look at me, you see someone else's face?" she asked, her voice trembling but firm as

tension in the room shifted instantly. The intimate atmosphere deflated like a balloon

as he stared into her eyes,

a notch deeper, "was all to test

single question was enough for Gavin to grasp

her thoughts exposed, Jolie felt a flicker of embarrassment but didn't shy

like Selena. But she's her and I'm me. I won't be anyone's substitute. If you think you can't have her and want to find some resemblance in me, you're

against his chest,

herself too drained to make much effort. Her attempt to shove him barely budged him. Frustrated, she glanced up at him, her eyes now

at her coldly, his voice low and firm. "Miss Quin, you're the one who tempted me, and wantto pin this

"What?"