Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Before her voice had even faded, Jaxon swept Sally up into his arms. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she could feel the tension building in his body. He was clearly aroused.
The second she realized that, her cheeks flushed warm, and her heart started pounding so hard it felt like it might punch right through her chest.
Jaxon laid Sally down on the bed, his hands planted on either side of her. Sally lay beneath him, staring up with a seductive look. She said nothing, just watched him.
Jaxon grasped her hand and guided it to the buttons of his white shirt. "Unbutton them."
Already blushing fiercely, Sally fumbled with the buttons, one by one. As her hand brushed over Jaxon's chiseled abs, his breathing grew noticeably heavier.
Maybe it was because Sally's touch was just too gentle, or perhaps it had already shattered Jaxon's last shred of restraint. In that instant, Jaxon abruptly leaned in and claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
When they bared their souls to each other, Sally knew there was no going back. 'And honestly,' she thought, 'I never wanted to.'
She had definitely had too much to drink. By now, she couldn't even remember how many times they'd had sex.
All she knew was they'd changed positions over and over—on the bed, the couch, the carpet, even right in front of the big window with nothing but night outside. Then they ended up back in the bathroom. That last time? That happened there.
"Go one more round?" Jaxon's voice slid into her ear, deep and low, smooth like whiskey. And just as dangerous.
He was even gentler than before. As he held Sally from behind, his fingertips gently caressed the back of her hand. An electric sensation coursed through her body, making her shudder once more.
'I've lost count,' Sally thought, 'how many times have I felt this way tonight.'
When Sally stayed silent, Jaxon pressed his lips to her ear, nipping lightly as he sought her answer. "Hmm? Don't want to?"
Sally bit her lip, hesitated, then finally nodded softly. "Okay, one more round."
Sally clung to the edge of the bathtub, her knuckles whitening from the force, while Jaxon stood behind her—one bent forward, the other upright.
In that moment, it felt as if fireworks exploded in her mind, sending her soaring higher and higher until she was utterly consumed, left in smoldering ashes.
Jaxon wrapped his arms around Sally's waist from behind and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the center of her spine.
Though feather-light, that kiss was something Sally knew would linger in her memory for years to come. The memories he gave her were indelible.
After gently cleaning her up, Jaxon carried Sally into the bed, holding her close as they both drifted into a deep sleep. Utterly exhausted, Sally had let him handle her however he pleased since it was all over—too spent to resist or protest.
That night, she slept more soundly than she had in years. When Sally woke up the next day, it was already past noon.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves outside, casting dappled patterns on the sheer white curtains and painting the floor in breathtakingly beautiful patterns.
Sally opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was the soft shadow of leaves flickering on the floor. She must've moved a little, because it stirred Jaxon awake.
She was lying on her side, and he had one arm draped around her from behind. His hand, resting on her waist, gave the slightest brush against her skin. She froze for a split second.
Then she looked down—and when she spotted the black ring on his right hand, her brain went totally blank. A few seconds passed before everything from last night came rushing back.
'Geez, I slept with Jaxon.' The thought hit her like a jolt of cold water. But there wasn't a shred of regret. Just a wave of nerves, thick and immediate.
Her whole body ached like she'd been pulled apart and put back together again. 'If I hadn't tried it myself,' she thought, 'I never would've guessed the guy had that kind of stamina.'
"You're up?" Jaxon's voice came from behind her, still low and a little husky from sleep.
Sally instinctively tried to sit up, her reply barely more than a whisper. "Mmm." But just as she inched toward the edge of the bed, Jaxon pulled her back in one swift motion, pinning her beneath him.
Her drowsy eyes, still heavy with sleep, snapped wide awake the moment she met Jaxon's eyes.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Zale? Hit it and quit it?" Jaxon reached out, pinched her chin between his fingers, and leaned in. His legs were straddling her waist, one hand braced on the mattress next to her.
The position was undeniably intimate, the air between them charged with tension. Sally swallowed hard, saying nothing.
"Cat got your tongue?" Jaxon frowned slightly. "Don't tell me you're regretting it now. You promised last night you wouldn't when you woke up."
Sally thought, 'Honestly, it was mostly the liquid courage—and being provoked by Brad—that gave me the nerve to sleep with Jaxon last night. Still, I don't regret it.'
"I don't regret it," she replied, her response concise and firm.
Jaxon let out a low, husky chuckle. "But your face says otherwise."
"I really don't regret it. You're overthinking things, Mr. Zale." Sally braced her hands against Jaxon's chest, attempting to push him away.
"Then prove it to me." Jaxon's tone was cool, almost detached, as he grasped Sally's wrist with one hand.
Sally blinked in confusion. "Prove it? How?"
Jaxon leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, "Take the lead this once, and I'll believe you."
Color spread across Sally's cheeks—soft, slow, and just enough to make her look even more tempting. Jaxon didn't miss it. And just like that, the spark in him flared again.
"Mr. Zale, I—"
Seeing Sally hesitate, Jaxon finally let her go, stood up, and headed for the bathroom. "We'll talk about last night later."
Sally watched him leave, her stomach sinking. 'Talk about it later?' she thought. 'Does that mean he wants to make things official? But I'm still technically married. There's no way I can start anything with him now. Besides, this is Jaxon. Brad's uncle.'
As the reality hit her, she finally realized just how reckless she'd been last night. Getting involved with Jaxon meant her life would never be peaceful again.
Sally hastily changed, grabbed her things, and slipped out. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Jaxon had no idea Sally had already left. Only after a cold shower did the heat in his body finally subside.
When he opened the door, the room stood empty—Sally was gone, and so were all her belongings. Jaxon let out a low, husky chuckle. He thought, 'Think you can run now that I've set my sights on you?'
Upon returning to the clinic, Sally took a careful look at herself in the mirror, making sure there were no visible marks left on her body from last night. Only then did she head toward the entrance.
The Porsche that Jaxon had gifted her was already parked out front. Sally cast a quick glance at it before slipping into the clinic.
Carlos called out, "Sally."
Hearing him, Sally stopped in her tracks and glanced back at the counter. "What's up?"
Carlos handed her the car keys. "Mr. Zale's driver just dropped off your car. He asked me to give you these."
"Thanks." Sally reached out to take them, already turning to leave.
Carlos suddenly asked, his curiosity piqued, "Well, Sally, I haven't seen Abigail around lately. What's she been up to?"