My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 874:

But then, a hand slid up her waist. Cool. Strong. It cupped her chest, fingers grazing, teasing—not hurried, not aggressive, almost… comforting.

Instead of panic, an odd sense of calm washed over her. Why was she allowing this? Was this a dream?

Or was she simply… too exhausted to care?

Lately, she had been stretched thin, overwhelmed by expectations, pressure, and loneliness. Maybe this was what she needed—an escape, a moment of reckless abandon.

“It’s not a big deal,” she reasoned hazily. “We’re both adults. A casual encounter is nothing shocking anymore.”

With that thought, her hand moved, tracing the contours of his back.

Taut muscles. Firm. Steady.

way he smelled—the cool

was thinking of him.

deepened, fingers pressing more

breathy moan escaped

Then—as if something inside him snapped—his patience disappeared. His hand slid lower, finding the zipper of

arched slightly, feeling the cool air on her skin as fabric shifted. A firm palm pressed against her curves. Then, a

voice, soft

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remnants of a headache lingering. An intense, strange desire

in bed lay a figure, shrouded in the darkness of the room. Though he couldn’t see her face clearly, his

be under some spell. Surely, it couldn’t actually be Carrie beside him. Before falling asleep, he had texted

realized that his attraction to Aliza was real—it

soft kisses along her stomach, which gradually turned into more intimate touches.