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.

about his touch, the way he smelled—the cool

was thinking of him. She

her touch, the man’s movements deepened, fingers pressing more insistently. A

breathy moan

suddenly heavier. Then—as if something inside him snapped—his patience disappeared.

her skin as fabric shifted. A firm palm pressed against her curves.

gasp—her own voice, soft

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lingering. An intense, strange desire

he couldn’t see her face clearly, his body reacted as if Carrie were beside

it couldn’t actually be Carrie beside him. Before falling asleep, he had texted Aliza, confirming his location at the hotel. It had

his attraction to Aliza was real—it just

he slid the skirt off the person next to him, planting soft kisses along her stomach, which gradually turned into more intimate touches. Feeling the slight