My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Intimacy at the office Chapter 321: Intimacy at the office Ava stared at him intently.

This was the same man who was once cold and distant.

Yet here he was now, speaking with such tenderness that it left her speechless.

If someone had told her back then that Dylan Brooks could love like this, she would have laughed.

But now?

She believed every word.

She had witnessed the transformation.

Dylan shifted under her unwavering gaze, his brows lifting in mild confusion.

“What are you looking at?” Her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“I’m just picturing you with a bald head and a pot belly.

No teeth, wrinkled skin, and struggling to see me through thick glasses.” He chuckled.

“But even then, I’ll still hold your trembling hands tightly€¦” He reached out, fingers brushing against hers, “€¦and kiss you like this.” Before she could respond, he held her chin and leaned in, pressing his lips gently against hers.

“And I’ll whisper, I love you, Ava,” he murmured between kisses.

Ava smiled against his lips.

“And I’ll always reply, I love you too, Dylan.” Dylan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

Her soft curves fit perfectly against his frame, and she instinctively tilted her head back, surrendering to the moment as his lips claimed hers once more.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more consuming.

His hand trailed along her spine, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

“You are irresistible,” he groaned, his eyes darkened with raw desire.

“I can’t hold back, Ava.

I want you.

Right here, right now.” Dylan had waited-patiently, almost painfully-for three long months.

He had restrained himself, putting her health and the baby above his desires.

But now that the first trimester was over and the doctor had given the green light, the wall he had built around his longing finally crumbled.

He claimed her lips again, the kiss rough and hungry, fueled by months of suppressed passion.

Ava gasped, startled by the intensity, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands found their way into his hair as she tugged him closer.

A soft moan escaped her lips, only spurring him on.

Dylan guided her backward, easing her down onto the plush sofa.

His hands traced the curve of her thighs, fingertips gliding upward, pushing the hem of her skirt higher.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and ragged.

Ava’s pulse quickened.

Her body burned beneath his touch, aching for him.

“Then don’t hold back,” she whispered.

A growl rumbled in his chest as he took her mouth again, deeper this time-possessive.

His hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve.

“God, Ava,” Dylan rasped as he peeled away the barriers between them.

His lips trailed down her jawline, finding that sensitive spot on her neck that made her shiver.

She gasped, arching into him, her nails raking down his back and drawing a raw groan from his throat.

Dylan’s hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly as he claimed every inch of her.

They didn’t care about the office setting or the risk of someone knocking.

All that mattered was the fire between them-the love, the need, the undeniable connection that bound them together.

“Dylan.” His name spilled from her lips in a breathless whisper as their bodies intertwined-skin against skin, heart pounding against heart.

The sofa creaked softly beneath them as his rhythm deepened, the pressure inside her growing.

Finally, the tension shattered, leaving them breathless and spent.

Dylan collapsed beside her, his face buried in the curve of her neck.

For a moment, neither of them spoke-just the sound of their breathing filling the air.

Dylan brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentler now.

“Are you okay?” Ava smiled, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his bare chest.

“More than okay,” she murmured, mischief dancing in her gaze.

“But I’m not done with you yet.” Dylan’s brows shot up, intrigue sparking in his eyes.

“Oh?

Are you asking for round two?” Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded boldly.

“Yes.

But not here.

At home.” His eyes darkened with anticipation as he leaned in, brushing his lips over hers.

“Let’s go, then.” Ava laughed, pushing at his chest.

“Hold on!

Do you want me to starve?

I’m hungry now.” Dylan groaned dramatically, flopping back against the sofa.

“You always do this.

Tease me until I’m on fire, then leave me hanging.

It’s torture.” “Control.” She patted his chest.

“We are at the office.

What if someone walks in?

And don’t forget-you’re not fully recovered yet.

Your leg still needs rest.” He sighed in mock defeat, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“Alright, alright.

You win.” Once they got dressed, Dylan made a quick call, instructing someone to serve their lunch.

Before long, the aroma of freshly prepared dishes filled the office, and the table was set.

Just as Ava picked up her fork, a sharp knock echoed through the room.

“Come in,” Dylan called out.

Justin stepped inside, his usually composed face clouded with concern.

“Sorry to interrupt you, but I’ve got something important to report.” Dylan’s relaxed demeanor shifted as he saw the tension in his demeanor.

“What happened?” “It’s about Lydia,” Justin replied.

“Some inmates in jail beat her up and injured her.

She has been rushed to the hospital.” Dylan clenched and unclenched his jaw, muscles working as he processed the news.

After a moment of pause, he said coldly, “I have no relation with her.

What happens to her is none of my concern.” Justin gave a curt nod and exited quietly, leaving an awkward silence hanging in the air.

Ava set down her fork, watching Dylan closely.

His face remained hard, but she could see the flicker of old wounds reopening behind his stoic expression.

Reaching across the table, she clasped his hand, her thumb brushing over his knuckles.

“I know Lydia did unforgivable things, but she is still your aunt.

She is hurt and alone.

Don’t you want to at least see her?” “She is no one to me,” he snapped.

“Even if she dies, I won’t shed a tear.

Have you forgotten everything she has done?

She destroyed my family, tried to tear us apart, and even conspired to kill your father.” “No, I haven’t forgotten.

But she is serving a sentence in jail for her crimes.

Now, she is in the hospital, with no one by her side.

And Erica€¦ she has vanished.

Who knows what struggles she is facing out there?

We can’t just ignore this.” “You might have softened your heart, but I won’t forgive them,” he grumbled.

“Not in this lifetime.

Whatever pain they’re going through-it’s nothing compared to the hell they put me through for years.

I’ll make sure they rot in jail.” Ava sighed quietly, recognizing the unyielding resolve in Dylan’s eyes.

She knew pushing further would only deepen his frustration.

It was better to let it go.

“Don’t let them ruin your mood.

Let’s just eat.” Scooping a spoonful of rice, she leaned closer and held it up to his lips, a smile brightening her face.

Dylan’s gaze softened.

How could he stay angry when she looked at him like that?

The corners of his mouth lifted, and he leaned in, taking the bite without a word.

“In the future, don’t bring them up again,” he urged.

“I don’t want their names polluting our peace.” Ava nodded, reaching for another spoonful.

“Okay,” she agreed easily.

“I’ll listen to you.”