The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 115

Chapter 115:Crazy Sex In The Changing Room

Angela POV

Suddenly, a large hand reached up from behind and grabbed my left breast through my T- shirt.

The unexpected touch made me gasp, my breath catching in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Jessica must have heard me, and I couldn't tell if she was suspicious or just worried. I heard her turn the doorknob, trying to get in.

But Sean had already locked it earlier, so no matter how hard she twisted the handle, the door wouldn't budge.

"Why can't you open the door? Are you okay? Say something!"

"I'm fine," I managed to say, trying to steady my breath. "I just lost my balance for a second, almost fell. But I'm okay now."

"Really?" Her voice sounded unsure, but I could hear her hesitation. She wasn't leaving.

That's when Sean's fingers unhooked my bra with a flick. Panic surged through me, and a sharp scream slipped out.

His hands didn't stop-warm and insistent, they roamed over my skin, igniting a shiver I couldn't control.

My body trembled, caught between resistance and a traitorous ache I hadn't felt in years.

Jessica didn't seem to have gone anywhere yet. "Are you sure you're alright? If you want, you can open the door and let me check if you're hurt."

"No need," I said quickly, praying she'd just go away. "I'm almost done changing. You should head to the racetrack."

Sean's hand slid under my shirt, cupping my bare breast, his thumb brushing roughly against my nipple.

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I bit my lip hard, stifling the sound threatening to escape.

Then his other hand clamped over my mouth, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "If you don't want anyone to hear, you'd better stay quiet."

His teeth grazed my right earlobe, and I flinched.

Jessica's footsteps finally faded. I exhaled shakily, relief washing over me-until I sank my teeth into his hand. He yanked it back with a hiss, then grinned, wicked and unrepentant.

"Still fierce as a cat," he said, his voice low and teasing.

I glared at him, my chest heaving.

"You're insane-this is a changing room!"

But he ignored me, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together. His scent

earth, and

his chest, but it was like pushing a wall. He pinned me against it instead,

growled, his tone thick

how much

again, skin on skin, kneading

made my breath hitch.

betrayed me-it

I'd sworn to forget.

"Let me go,"

shaking with a fury

him gone-out of my life, out of my head-but my skin flushed

He didn't let go.

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scraping my collarbone as his other hand fumbled with my pants, popping the button

my underwear, bold and unhesitating, brushing

his wrist, trying to stop

was deliberate, sliding, pressing, until wetness coated his fingers, and I hated how my hips twitched in response, a silent confession

breath ragged against my skin. "You still

feel it."

muffled whimper escaped me, my legs

shoulders to stay

body sang yes, and the contradiction tore at me

blade.

wanted to be done

years building walls, convincing myself I was free of Sean, free of the chaos he brought

pinned against this cold wall, my resolve crumbled under

his

touch.

pulse raced, for the way

I'd sworn he meant

I still be this weak? How could my

him erased?

shrill and

but Sean didn't

pocket with his free hand, glanced at the screen-Tristan-and answered

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he barked, his fingers

between shoving him off and the shameful

his

fire

crackled through the speaker. "The race is about

start."

Sean said curtly, his eyes locked on mine, dark with intent. His

and I dug my nails