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

bad she wasn't giving him the

away the sensations that had overwhelmed

scene of their wild entanglement on the sofa replayed in her

That man...

acted like he had everything under control, but unfortunately, his technique left much to be desired. Everything he did was instinctual, clumsy,

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

her ear to the door, listening for any

have

opened the door and cautiously

had been tidied up, though his presence still lingered faintly in the room. Did he leave while

Jolie stared blankly for a moment before finally relaxing. Sleepiness overtook her, and she let out a yawn before returning to

As for tonight's events?

nothing but an

Yes. Just an accident.

The next day.