The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Your Dress Is Wet

Angola POV

I was acutely aware of Thomas discreetly retreating to the front of cabin. My chooks burned with indignation and something else I refused to acknowledge.

Before I could respond, Sean's hand shot out, catching my wrist. In pulled me toward him. His lips covered mise, his tongue sweeping in

fluid motion, he placed a small white pill on my tongue and my mouth to reclaim

the pill.

"Mmph-you're insane! I struggled against him, but his grip somnirjid firm.

"Shh," he

he murmured against my lips. "This way mise of the medicines wastedd."

I felt the exact moment he recovered the pill, his tongue skillfully retrieving it before he pulled away and swallowed. The entire episode lasted seconds, but it left me breathless and furious.

Sean smirked, satisfaction evident in his expression.

1 turned away sharply, Teturning to my seat without another word.

My lips still tingled from Sean's unexpected kiss-that familiar sensation I'd spent five years trying to forget.

Settling into the plush leather seat, 1 pretended to close my eyes for rest, though sleep was the furthest thing

from my

mind.

I could see Sean watching me, satisfaction evident in the slight curve of his lips. Even now, after everything, he could read me too well. He knew exactly how that kiss had affected me, how my body

unconsciously, then caught myself and quickly dropped my hand. The taste of him lingered-a ghost from my past that refused to be exorcised. I

weakness.

to forget. Five years of building a new life, of raising our children alone, of carefully constructing walls around my heart. Yet one impulsive moment on his private jet, and those

through

If he thought that little performance had changed

seatbelt sign illuminated with an urgent ping as the aircraft began

the pilot's voice came through the speaker, strain evident in his

seats and

gripping the armrests as I felt myself lifting from the seat. In that moment of weightlessness and panic, Sean's arma shot out, pulling me

commanded, his voice low and steady in

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133: Your Dress

against Sean's. I could feel the rapid

mude me feel safe.

asked, unable to keep the tremor from

just air turbulence, Sean replied, his breath warm against my temple. "Nothing the

suddenly remembered that Sean had obtained his pilot's license years ago-one of his many hobbies that he'd pursued with characteristic intensity. He understood aircraft

his body offered.

and despite

rough air. As

been resting on my tray table had completely overturned, soaking the front of my silk dress. The pale blue fabric now clung to my skin, revealing far more than I'd ever intended

specifically, on the now- transparent fabric adhering to my curves. His gaze