Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ALEX

And it's taking every ounce of strength to keep my hands to myself.

Her dress slides along her thigh with the movement, exposing that smooth leg, and I let out a groan of starvation. The silk catches the low light as my gaze follows the outline of her beautiful body.

A slight tummy curved now that she's sitting and curves any man would kill for.

When I look back up, her eyes are already on me. Watching.

Neither of us speaks.

I should say something.

Anything.

But damn my throat is dry, and my pulse is pounding.

She tilts her head slowly, and I watch the way a strand of hair falls across her

cheek. My hand twitches. I want to tuck it behind her ear, but I don't.

I can't.

Instead, I stare.

At her eyes.

At the flush blooming across her skin.

At her lips.

Fuck.

My gaze lingers there too long. Her breath catches, soft and shaky, like she felt the shift in the air, too.

Her lips part just slightly, the faintest tremble betraying her composure.

She notices where I'm looking.

She knows.

But she doesn't move away.

loud with tension

The same war waging inside me is

rises, then falls, slow and deliberate, like she's forcing herself to

I lean in slightly.

close enough

my

loud knock breaks the spell, making us jump apart like children caught with hands

fuck is

adjusting her dress, looking anywhere but at me. My jaw clenches as I force myself to stand, every nerve still buzzing and my cock fucking hard it

standing there with

"What do you want?"

in, or should I wait until you two are

brow. "You knocked like the building was

We're lucky the blackout didn't turn into a goddamn riot. The event's about to

pointed look over my shoulder. I don't need to turn to

taking her home," I say firmly, stepping out into the hallway, keeping my voice

lan can reply, Athena's

"No, you're not."

now, her spine straight and her beautiful eyes locked onto

still looks flushed but is doing a

be the death of

her dress again, smoothing it

"I'm staying."

"Athena..."

asking for

"But you can go

at

to that, she just walks

isn't my favorite surgeon." Ian winks at her making Athena roll

she doesn't stop.

and match

down the hall, lan walks ahead of us

deal with Arnold?" she

as I glance at her from

say evenly. "But it's best you stay

knit slightly at my tone, but

in secret," she says, after a beat. "Everyone who sees us probably thinks you

halts, turning to