LILA

"If you keep talking," he growls, voice thick with desire, "my ten minutes are going to be over."

He spins me around, my front pressed to the bed. My summer gown slips off my shoulders, pooling at my feet-and I let it. Willingly.

"You're still going to sign the divorce papers, right?" I whisper, needing the confirmation. Needing to know this is just goodbye sex. One last time. One final fuck you to everything.

He pauses, body going still behind me.

Then-he exhales, casual like this isn't ripping me apart.

"If that's what you want," he says, voice cool, but his hand isn't. His hand squeezes my ass like...