After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Beep! Unlocked!"

The electronic voice of the fingerprint lock sounded unusually clear in the quiet night.

As soon as Jolie stepped through the door, Gavin wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a warm embrace. His hot breath cascaded down onto her ear and neck, making her breath hitch instantly.

She didn't even have time to take off her shoes before she was swept up into his arms. His kisses were relentless, stealing her breath and unraveling her control as her emotions rose and fell with his every move. Before she knew it, she was seated on the entryway cabinet. Her dress had been pushed up to her waist, and her legs were forced to cling to his lean waist. His fingers trailed over her skin, leaving traces of his presence wherever they went. "Mm..."

A soft whimper escaped her lips as his kisses marked her skin. Each mark, blooming like crimson flowers against her fair skin, painted a vivid contrast on her porcelain complexion.

The room remained pitch dark, but their erratic breaths filled the space with an undeniable intensity.

At one point, Jolie's hand darted up, grabbing his short, dark hair tightly. Her neck arched back involuntarily, creating a graceful curve that made him pause for a fleeting moment. Having her again filled a void deep within Gavin as if a missing piece of him had finally been restored. It only confirmed what he already knew-he wanted her. All of her.

He needed her to stay by his side. Always.

into the soft embrace of the bed, two hours

no strength to move. Her heavy eyelids fluttered as she feebly pushed against Gavin's broad shoulder. Her voice

low hum but didn't move an

followed through. Frustrated, she bit his shoulder in protest, though

at her, pressing a kiss to the corner

last time," he

Jolie was speechless.

"Liar," she thought.

blur by the time Gavin

up the next morning, it

drained of strength, and the memory of

her phone rang. She picked it up and glanced at the

she