After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Why? You don't want to?"

Furious and mortified, Jolie wanted nothing more than to kick the man off her, but the whirlwind of his kisses and touches had drained every ounce of her strength. Her voice softened as she said, "No matter what, it's not happening. I don't want this."

Gavin, despite holding back to his limit, made no further moves.

He released her waist but, just as he was about to let go completely, his hand lingered on her waist in a slow, deliberate motion, as if savoring her curves.

Sitting upright, he leaned back slightly and calmed the turmoil raging inside him.

Jolie watched him in surprise but didn't dwell on it. She hurriedly got up, smoothing out her disheveled nightgown. Even though her body had responded, her rationality prevailed over her emotions, and she stopped herself. She quickly left for the bedroom.

Before closing the door, she said, "Make yourself at home, Mr. Cooper."

Then, with a loud "bang," the door slammed shut.

Gavin stared at her retreating figure, her flustered escape leaving a trace of amusement on his previously expressionless face.

Make himself at home?

mind doing just

she wasn't

a shower, gradually washing away the sensations that had overwhelmed her body. She felt

scene of their wild entanglement on the sofa replayed in

That man...

his technique left much to be desired. Everything he did was instinctual, clumsy, and exploratory. It was

bit too long, and by the time she came out, the first light of dawn was peeking over the

listening for any sound outside, but

have

moment, Jolie opened the door

Even the messy sofa had been tidied up, though his presence still lingered faintly in

finally relaxing. Sleepiness overtook her, and she let out

As for tonight's events?

was nothing but an

Yes. Just an accident.

The next day.