Dating My Ex Husband's Billionaire Boss: His Regret
down the dimples at the base of my spine, over the rounded cheeks still glistening with water, to where my thighs pressed tightly together, trying desperately to hide how drenched I was.
I could feel his eyes devouring me.
Burning me.
My breath came in shallow pants. My skin prickled with awareness, every droplet of water suddenly a tease, every inch of exposed flesh screaming for his touch.
The silence stretched, thick and electric, broken only by the soft drip of water from my body to the floor.
And still, he hadn’t looked away.
"Where did you get these bruises?" He finally asked, wrapping another towel around me.
"My ex husband," I said, feeling pain rush through my heart.