Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Her mind was a whirl of heated thoughts and emotions, leaving her unable to push him away. She felt utterly drained of strength.

It wasn't until she found herself pinned on the couch that she snapped back to reality, hastily placing her hands on his chest in a feeble attempt to stop him.

Fitch looked down at her, noticing a glimmer of lucidity in her eyes. Gently, he followed the path of her hand, kissing his way upward.

Men, it seems, don't need to learn how to please a woman; it comes naturally when they desire to.

That fleeting moment of clarity vanished as quickly as it appeared, and Zoey's eyes clouded over.

She'd never been this close with a man before, so it was only natural that her emotions were running high.

"Stop..."

Her voice trembled, but her arms were too weak to push him away.

She felt like she was adrift in an endless ocean, waves crashing over her, making her entire being sway. It all felt so unreal.

Fitch intended to keep her in this haze, away from clarity.

His touches were gentle, leaving only the faintest traces on her skin.

Zoey grasped at his hair, her toes curling uncontrollably.

A flash of white crossed her mind, and she gasped for air.

Fitch paused, wiping his mouth, seeing her in total disarray. He knew it was almost time.

the room suddenly flicked on. Nolan stood at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing his

child's voice snapped

covering her

shirtless but still in his jeans, muscles

his forehead, momentarily wishing he could just toss the kid back

his eyes, glanced between

what, I

cold. "It's 2 a.m.,

"Thirsty."

everyone just thirsty tonight at the worst

water and

"Okay."

into

himselfon

of water, and

before

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couldn't help but ask in his still innocent

had heard

feel the

tremble at

knowing Zoey probably wished.net

would swallow

now.

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