The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 134

Chapter 134: You're Wet Down Here Too

Angela Pov

I stared at Sean, my heart thudding ngainst my ribcage as he stood ere, his broad

shoulders Billing the narrow doorway of the private jet's lavatory.

The air felt thick, suffocating in the confined space, and the faint him of the

plane's engines underscored the tension between ut.

He tilted his head slightly, his green eyes flickering over me with the infuriating mix of amusement and intensity.

"You've been in here forever. I thought something might be wrong."

(fine," 1 snapped, gesturing toward the door behind him.

Instead of leaving. Sean stepped fully inside, pulling the lavatory doce shut with a soft click that echoed like a gunshot in my ears.

My stomach lurched with a sudden, uneasy premonition. The spaces already small, but with him in it, it felt impossibly tighter- his presence overwhelming, inescapable.

"Sean," I said, my tone low and warning. "If you dare-

He cut me off, his lips curving into a smirk as he tugged at the collar of his shirt. "You got my shirt wet too, you know. Fair's fair-1 need to change."

I blinked, momentarily thrown by his casual deflection.

"Fine," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the heat creeping up my neck. "I'll finish changing and get out. Then you can have the damn room to yourself"

I turned away from him, focusing on the buttons of my blouse.

My fingers trembled slightly as I worked them up, one by one, all the way to the topmost button at my throat. The crisp fabric felt like armor, a thin shield against the chans of emotions swirling inside me.

I just needed to get out of here, away from him, before I lost control of the situation entirely.

But as I moved to slip past him toward the door, his hand shot out, catching my arm. In one swift motion, he pulled me back, my body stumbling slightly against his. The warmth of his chest pressed against my shoulder, and I froze, my breath catching in my

throat.

let go." I hissed, trying to wrench

his hands sliding to my

I could protest further, he leaned in, his lips

I snapped, shoving at his

chuckled softly, the sound low and

your voice down, Angela.

the e words died as his hand slipped

a mix of fury and something I

name surging through me.

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that stole my breath, his fingers dipped here

but he cut me off again,

high whlapor.

here too, he murmured, ils fingers grazing my sdh with

body betrayed me, a shiver

pool where his touch

the way

a maddening confidence, tracing the ekre inch of me

legs, parting me gently as if he still knew every hit my

I managed, my voice shaking with rage and something

But he didn't stop.

me flush against him as his fing precision that made my knees weak. I could feel the hard length

gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders-not to push him away, but

whispered, but it sounded weak, unconvincing

ears.

mean that," he said, his

walls closing in as our

teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I stifled a

It was wrong-so wrong.

of rebuilding myself, and here I was, unraveling under his hands in the cramped bathroom of

jet.

screamed at me to fight, to resist, but my body was locked in a battle it was losing fast. His fingers pumped faster now, slick with my arousal, and I

please I choked out, not even