THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 600

Caitlin had only meant to tease him, but she had quickly become the one caught in his net.

The intense kiss lasted for three or four minutes before Gordon finally pulled away. He was afraid if he continued, he would lose control completely.

They were both breathing heavily.

"Woof, woof, woof."

Monday trotted back over, nudging them to keep walking.

"Let's go, Catie," Gordon said, extending a hand to her.

Caitlin looked at him. "I can't walk. You'll have to carry me."

Her legs felt like jelly.

"Okay." Gordon nodded and crouched down in front of her.

Caitlin didn't hesitate, climbing onto his back.

It was the first time Gordon had ever carried a girl. He stood up carefully, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead from either nerves or exertion.

He was grateful for the darkness and the empty path. He was also grateful she was behind him, where she couldn't see the front of his otherwise immaculate suit trousers.

"Am I heavy?" Caitlin asked.

"Not at all," Gordon replied after a moment's thought. "About the weight of a Remington handgun."

Caitlin was surprised. "You even know what that is?"

The Remington was a classic, a legend among rifles.

It wasn't something the average person would know about.

Remembering the rumors she had heard about him, she asked, "Were you really in the military?"

"I was," Gordon confirmed. "But that was a long time ago."

Back then, he had thought his impulsive nature made him unsuitable for business, so he had joined the army.

Thanks to his education and natural abilities, he had quickly become an officer, serving on peacekeeping missions where he had earned a fearsome reputation.

"Wow, you really are something. I heard military guys have abs. Do you?"

Before Gordon could answer, she continued, "You've been out for so long, though. They're probably gone by now, right?"

"They're still there," Gordon said.

"Really?" Caitlin's interest was piqued. "Let me check."

Her hand slipped under his shirt, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his stomach.

He felt solid.

Clearly, this was one time Gordon wasn't just being stubborn.

He really did have abs.

And not just abs, but the V-lines that went with them.

Though she couldn't see them, she could imagine that he was in incredible shape.

"They really are there," she said, patting his cheek. "Keep up the good work, Mr. Sylvester."

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