CHAPTER 38

Chapter 38

Ava Pov

I finish eatingthe food I heated ins the microwave, some healthy easy dish with a lot of broccoli and not enough c Sighing. I reach for my glass filled with too much red wine. I sip, looking at my beautiful kitchen.

It’s been weeks since he’s left. I’ve tried to focus at work on the ad agency, or distract myself by meeting friends fo after. But every day is a reminder of all I’ve lost–my husband,

After I lost my mother, I dove deep into a well of sadness–which made me flirt with someone and sext him, what trouble with Jack. Now that he’s gone, the sadness over losing my mother has returned with a vengeance, accompar the pain of saying goodbye to my partner.

He hasn’t served me the divorce papers yet, but every time the phone rings or the doorbell, I get startled, anxious a worried. I know it’s coming any time, and there is nothing I can do to fix it.

My marriage is over, and there’s nothing else that can be done. Hell, he wouldn’t even look me in the eye when we hi What does that tell me? I sigh. Another wave of disappointment washes over me.

The doorbell rings, and I chug another generous amount of wine before I stand and dash to the door.

I open the door, and Jack is on the other side. With his hair damp and face shaved, he looks like he could have walked a shower now. Even his scent is clean and crisp.

“Can we talk?” he asks.

I nod, an open the door wider for him to enter.

After he comes in. I smooth my hand down my sweatpants and shirt. My heart races, and blood drains from my face. W if he’s here to have the talk about our assets and how we move forward? I look at his hands, searching for an envelope or briefcase, but there’s nothing there.

He sits on the sofa, and I chose the love seat across from him. “How have you been?”

“Okay, you?” I say.

I’ve been thinking a lot.”

No kidding. Three weeks and no phone call or visit.

“I was at a happy hour earlier, and this bartender came onto me. We made out.”

I swallow. Why on Earth would he tell me about his new adventures as a single man? I sink into the seat, a chilly sensation spilling into my stomach. Maybe he’s not the man I thought he was. What if Jack wants to purposely make me suffer and punish me in a different away? That I won’t have. “I appreciate your update, but I don’t-”

He lifts his hand, a silent plea for me to let him finish. “I didn’t have sex with her.”

“Okay,” I say, still not getting the point.

“I was harsh with you,” he said. “You made a mistake and apologized, and I couldn’t forgive you”

My spine locks into place, and I slide to the Ige of the seat. A cold sweat slicks my palms, and I find myself interested in what he’s about to say. More than that, I n know what’s on his mind.

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Ti sony, Ava” He stands and walks over to me, sitting next to re

I bite my lower hus. The idea of him making out with some random woman at the bar doesn’t put a smile on my face, but he’s with me now and not her. He didn’t have to tell me any of this, but he chose to. Why? A drop of hope leaks into my ocean of doubts. Because he cares for me.He has to–I want to touch him, but I hold myself back. Just in case I’m wrong. “Where do we go from here?”

He grabs my hand and places it on his heart. It’s beating madly, faster than normal. “We go anywhere we want together. Loyal to each other, and determined to be with each other.”

My own heartbeat is drumming in my ears. I stare into his eyes. Yes, I hiss.

He takes me into his arms and kisses me–a breathy, savage, passionate kiss that makes me feel like the air is leaving my lungs. I touch him, my hands perusing from his shoulders to his chest, then resting on the bulge in his pants. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling it, earning a soft moan from me.

Fire ignites through me, and all I want is to remove my clothes and do the same to him. The hunger from months without sex only adds to the raw need to make him mine again. I need to see him, so I push up his shirt, and he quickly wrenches his mouth from mine to help me. Once his warm chest is bare, he captures my lips with his again; and this time, it feels even more animalistic than the other kiss.

My nipples are painfully tight, with a hot stir swirling behind my breasts. My underwear is soaked in my juices, and damn. my clit is working overtime, swollen and tingly. All of me is in dire need for a good fucking

“Get naked, baby,” he says. “I need to eat you out.”

I pull my sweatshirt over my head and let it drop behind the loveseat. Jack nudges at my waist band, so I lift my hips and Jet him take my sweatpants and underwear off until I’m naked.

He pulls me to the edge of the sofa, planting my feet on each side. and buries his head between my legs. This time, is on mine, intently, as he licks my pussy, feasting on my cunt. I have a hard time sitting still, when my bones seem to melt. Each lap he takes at my folds, a jolt of excitement travels through me.

his gaze

God, how I’ve missed this this intimacy. He’s looking at me, with a fiery lust in his eyes. He knows how to eat me, how to devour my cunt like he’s a starving man and I’m his last meal.

He moves to my clit, sucking it until my thighs tremble.

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