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 my

him, his hands

unreadable, and before I could protest further, he leaned in, his lips

I snapped, shoving

the

voice down, Angela.

to retort, but the e words died as

fury and

name surging through me.

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breath, his fingers dipped here by the fabric,

started, but he cut me off again, his voice dropping

high whlapor.

too, he murmured, ils fingers grazing

me, a shiver ninning down

pool where

for the way my breath hitched,

with a maddening confidence, tracing the ekre inch of me by heart.

parting me gently as if he still knew every hit my lip hard

managed, my voice shaking with rage

But he didn't stop.

his fing precision that made my knees weak. I could feel the hard length of him against my hip, straining through his trousers, and the realization Sent a fresh wave of heat through me despite my

strokes, and gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders-not to push him

sounded weak, unconvincing even to

ears.

closer, his lips brushing my ear. "You don't mean that," he said, his voice thick with

shrink further, the walls

there, and I stifled a

It was wrong-so wrong.

here I was, unraveling under his hands

jet.

a battle it was losing fast. His fingers pumped faster

I choked