Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival by Jobet GraySon

Chapter Eighty Two

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As I slowly fluttered my eyes open, the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains illuminated the room. The soft rustle of sheets and the warmth of Richard’s body pressed against mine reminded me of

the passionate afternoon we had shared.

We had made love over and over again all afternoon, and the intimacy had left me feeling a sweet ache in my body, a perfect blend of desire and satisfaction.

Richard’s peaceful sleeping form lay beside me, his features softened in the gentle glow of night.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and his arms were securely wrapped around me. I couldn’t

help but admire him in this vulnerable state, a sense of admiration and contentment washing over me.

The conflicting emotions swirling in me left me breathless, and I couldn’t quite pinpoint what this

newfound connection with Richard meant. I knew I couldn’t say I was in love with him; that would be

too extreme. but what I felt for him at the moment wasn’t just physical attraction; it ran deeper,

stirring my heart in a way I couldn’t fully comprehend. The way he held me, the way he looked at me. the way he smiled at me, the way he made love to me, and the way he heightened my confidence with just a stare filled a void I never knew existed.

Compared to other men I’ve been with, specifically my useless ex–husband, Richard had the ability to

bring out a side of me I didn’t know existed, and while making love to him, I realized that I didn’t

need to restrain myself.

Usually, I only tend to do what I was told, and I never really got to express how, where, or how I

Richard, I didn’t

was just perfect. He also didn’t make me feel weird or insecure

that about him.

to resist the urge, I gently brushed my fingers through his tousled hair, tracing the contours of his face with delicate caresses. His features were etched

mine in a soft and quick kiss. I giggled softly, the sound ringing in the quiet room, before meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “Well, look who finally decided to wake up,” I teased, my voice filled with affection and amusement.

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his eyes bright with an excitement that mirrored. mine. “How long

my cheeks.

every day one wakes up to a

on his lips. His hand reached out to cup my face, his touch gentle yet firm. “If you’d like to, you can wake up to this face as many times as you’d like

to,” he said.

when we get back home?” I

to if you don’t want to. But I’d definitely love to wake up next to you every day. You’re

little, but in a good way. It felt good to know that he wanted to spend every night with me,

back home.

think about it,” I responded, deciding against giving

being.

first, babe? Is there something

let out a soft sigh, a slight pang of hunger gnawing at my stomach. As I shifted into him, I

have

I’ll let you freshen up first,” he

order something.”

discomfort tinged my features. A frown formed on my face, and I immediately shook my head. “I… I don’t want to shower alone,” I admitted, my fingers

chuckle filled the room, a sound that sent a wave of warmth through me. Without a word, he pulled me closer to him, his touch gentle yet

sense of

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