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.

after everything, he could read me too well. He knew exactly how that kiss had

lips unconsciously, then caught myself and quickly dropped my hand. The taste of him lingered-a ghost from my past that

weakness.

forget. Five years of building a new life, of raising our children alone, of carefully constructing walls around my

some rest, Sean's voice broke through my thoughts. It's still a

to acknowledge him. If he thought that little performance had changed anything between us, he was

ping as the aircraft began to shake. Only then did I realize I hadn't fastened my

speaker, strain evident in his

to your seats and ensure

I could reach for the belt, another violent shake sent the plane dropping. I gasped, my hands gripping the armrests as I felt myself lifting from the seat. In that

and steady in my ear as he

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133: Your Dress

rapid rise and fall of his

mude me feel safe.

to keep

his breath warm against my temple. "Nothing the plane can't handle. Trust

many

closer to him, soeking the security his body offered. His arm tightened around me protectively, and I could feel

got you," he murmured, and despite

finally subsided, the pilot's voice returned, apologizing for the unexpected rough air. As the seatbelt sign dimmed, I immediately pulled

been resting on my tray table had completely overturned, soaking the front of my silk dress. The pale

fabric adhering to my curves. His gaze was dark and heated, traveling slowly across my body