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.

her down on the

gasps. Her lashes fluttered as she whispered,

gaze searching his, desperate for

her voice trembling but firm as

the room shifted instantly. The intimate atmosphere deflated like

her eyes, his own holding a

a notch deeper, "was all to test

both intelligent people her single question

thoughts exposed, Jolie felt a

you 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,

she pushed against his chest, trying to get

and after their earlier struggle, she found herself too drained to make much effort. Her attempt to shove him barely budged

coldly, his voice low and firm. "Miss Quin, you're the one who tempted me,

"What?"