Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1006

Maja hugged Ian from behind, her head resting against his back due to the height difference between them.

She didn't utter a word; just held him like that.

Ian looked down at the hands entwined around his waist. He lifted his hand to touch hers, only to realize the softness of her touch was no dream.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, suspecting the late kick of the cocktail had affected her.

Maja only held him tighter.

For a moment, Ian felt as if the world had quieted down, leaving only their heartbeats audible.

Lowering his eyelashes, he turned around and pushed her against the wall. Before Maja could react, he was kissing her.

His hand held hers, placing it on his suit button. As he kissed her, he guided her towards the elevator.

The elevator was empty. The top floor of the BlueSky Bar housed Ian's room, a place they had visited before.

Had he not been concerned about the elevator cameras, he would have undressed her right there.

Once they were out of the elevator, he swept her into his arms and strode towards his room.

Maja was dazed from his kisses, only vaguely aware of the urgency in his steps as he kicked open the door to his room.

Once the door closed behind them, he expertly undressed her, guiding her to help him out of his suit.

After the first round, Maja laid her head on his chest, to which he softly asked, "Are you sober now?"

She wasn't drunk, she just wanted him.

So, she gathered all her strength to lift her head and kiss his neck.

Ian dodged her advance, holding her chin to study her face closely.

"Maja, are you mistaking me for someone else? Why else would you be this passionate?"

"Ian," she called out his name, attempting to kiss him again.

Ian's breath hitched, the heat of desire burning within him. He evaded her kiss, his cool voice turning slightly hoarse, "As long as you know it's me."

With that, his gaze returned to her, something explosive seeming to ignite in his eyes. His breath wavered. The cocktail's late kick was strong indeed.

Maja had thought she was sober, but now her vision was blurring.

"Ian."

"Yes?"

Ryan, on the other hand, wrote a lengthy comment.

[You know. I hid in the bathroom all night! Didn't I ask Penny to send me a message? Did she forget, or were you just too eager? Anyway, congrats.]

Ian immediately transferred a million dollars to Ryan as a reward, prompting a flurry of compliments from him.

Ian smiled, amused.

His Facebook was rarely updated, and didn't have many friends, but this post received likes and comments from almost everyone. Those who didn't know Maja kept guessing who the girl was.

He didn't say anything; just turned off the screen and held Maja tighter.

Maja mumbled in her sleep, "Ian, not so tight."

Hearing her call his name even in her dreams, Ian felt a sense of relief. He couldn't help but peck her face a few times.

His phone rang. It was Fitch.

"I hate to interrupt your sweet dreams, but we've got a lead on Holden. He's abroad. We're leaving in two hours. Get ready and come over."

They had been waiting for Holden to give them a sign, without which they couldn't track the group's whereabouts.

Now that they had a clue, Ian quickly got out of bed.