All Chapters of I Ruined My Ex-Husband and It Was Worth It: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

‎‎‎Victoria‎I saw him walk out of Sarah's office at 11:47 AM looking hot as fuck.‎Silas Crowley. The man who made my entire body come alive with want the moment he walked into Bennett & Associates. The man who looked at Sarah like she was the most valuable thing in the world. The man who was supposed to be my escape route, not my torture.‎‎He adjusted his jacket as he left her office, and I noticed immediately that his hair was slightly mussed. His tie was slightly loose. His shirt had a small wrinkle near the collar that hadn't been there when he'd arrived.‎My stomach dropped.‎I'd been watching him from my cubicle for the past hour, pretending to work on spreadsheets while really tracking his every movement. The moment he'd walked into Bennett & Associates this morning, I'd felt it, that magnetic pull that made every nerve in my body stand on attention.‎He was so impossible to resist and ignore.‎ He walked straight into Sarah's office like she was the only person in the bui

‎Sarah‎‎I locked myself in the home office bathroom and turned on the shower, as if the hot water could wash away the reality of what I'd just agreed to.‎I was staying in Silas Crowley's suite.‎The same suite. The same fucking suite where I would be separated from him only by a thin wall and a closed door. For three days.‎I stepped under the water and tried to breathe through the panic that was rising in my chest. This was a mistake. I should have driven to Naples. I should have done whatever it took to maintain distance between us.‎But instead, I was here and more infuriating than that, part of me was relieved.‎Part of me was actually relieved that I didn't have to drive two hours away. That I could stay close to him and breathe the same air as him without the barrier of my office walls.‎I hated that part of myself.‎I washed my hair with care, as if the ritual of self-care could give me back some sense of control. I shaved my legs and exfoliated my skin. I did everything I c

‎‎Silas Crowley‎‎She stood before me completely naked, and it took every ounce of control I possessed not to cross the room and take her right there.‎I'd been waiting for this moment since the day I first saw her, waiting for the moment when she finally stopped fighting and finally admitted what she felt. ‎And now here she was, bare. Completely at my mercy.‎I leaned back against the bar and let my eyes roam over her body slowly, I watched as her skin flushed pink under my gaze and her breathing became shallow. She struggled with the battle between pride and desire.‎Pride was losing.‎"So what's it going to be?" I asked, my voice casual, as if I wasn't dying to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. "Do you take the towel? Or do you take me?"‎She didn't answer immediately. She stood there, her body betraying every lie her mouth had told me. There was a flush spreading down her body that told me exactly how turned on she was.‎"I can see you thinking," I said, pushing off

‎‎Sarah‎By 7 PM when we got back to the suite, I was completely losing control.‎The last meeting was hell. I sat next to Silas at the investor's table and couldn’t stop thinking we fucked just one hour earlier. His cock was inside my pussy minutes ago. I walked around the whole conference with his cum still leaking between my legs.‎Every time he leaned close or looked at me, I remembered and my face got hot. I remembered his hand around my neck. I remembered him groaning my name while he fucked me.‎The second we entered the suite, he locked the door.‎“Shower,” he said. Not a question. “Now.”‎“We just...” I tried to say.‎“I don’t care,” he said. His eyes were dark, hungry, owning me. “This time we do it right. I’m going to fuck you hard in that shower and make you come so hard you forget your name. I’m going to take my fucking time with your pussy.”‎I should have been tired. I should have been finished after the lounge fuck.‎But I still felt that same hot ache in my pussy, on

‎‎Sarah‎‎We lay in the master bed as the sun set over Miami, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold.‎Silas was still inside me, our bodies joined together, his cock buried deep as we stayed intertwined in the aftermath of what we'd just done. His weight pressed against me. His skin was warm, and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, heavy and strong.‎His forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing still heavy.‎We hadn’t separated yet, neither of us seemed willing to break the obscene, intimate seal we’d made. His hips were flush against my ass, his pubic bone grinding softly against my clit with every slow breath he took. My thighs trembled around him, sticky with our combined release, the sheets beneath us soaked and ruined.‎His heavy body pinned me exactly the way I secretly craved. Chest to back, one thick forearm banded under my breasts, hand cupping the underside of one as though it belonged to him. His other palm rested low on my belly, fing