The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Extinguished Passion in the Parking Garage

Angela POV

Sean's voice cut through the chilly air of the parking garage, his emerald eyes darkening with a heat that made my chest tighten.

His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer, his touch soft but possessive. His breath brushed my skin, hot and heavy.

"You know what I want," he murmured, his voice dropping low, husky, vibrating through me. "It's always been you. Only you."

Before I could say a word, his lips crashed into mine, hard and hungry. He kissed me like he owned me, his tongue slipping past my lips, tasting me.

His body pinned me against the car, his chest pressing tight against mine, radiating heat that chased away the garage's cold.

Then his hand moved-sliding under my shirt, his warm palm rubbing my back. The slow, deliberate strokes made me shiver, my skin prickling under his touch.

This wasn't like the last time on the private jet, when he'd taken me fast and rough, like he couldn't wait to fuck me.

This time, even though the kiss was forceful, he didn't rush to rip my clothes off. His hand stayed gentle, tracing my spine, his fingers teasing my skin like he was savoring every second.

My knees went weak, my breath hitching as his warmth sank into me. He pulled back just enough to kiss my jaw, then my neck, his lips brushing softly before he nipped my earlobe.

"You're still so sensitive," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent a jolt straight through me.

For a split second, my body betrayed me.

But then reality hit like a slap. I shoved him back, hard, my hands slamming into his chest.

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Chapter 152: Extinguished Passion in the Parking Garage

"Let me go!" I gasped, ripping my lips from his. My voice bounced off the concrete walls.

His eyes burned with raw hunger as he stared down at me, his breathing rough. "Angela-"

stung, and his head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on his face. He looked stunned,

My voice trembled with fury, my chest heaving. "You shameless

to touch the reddening mark on his cheek. Instead of anger, I saw something

every

my voice still shaking. "What does that matter? Am

you forgotten how you treated

me for the door handle, desperate to

and I slipped inside, slamming it shut and immediately hitting the lock

against my window, his eyes never leaving mine as

hands trembled on the steering wheel as I reversed, refusing to look in the rearview

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cold over my hands as I stood in my bathroom, furiously scrubbing at

visible reminder of what had just happened.

heart still racing like this?" I whispered to my reflection. "It's just anger. Nothing

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with a

I turned away from the mirror and opened

door.

looked up from the children's book she was reading to the

a smile, hoping she couldn't see the lingering turbulence in my eyes. "Thank you so much for watching the kids tonight. Let me take you to dinner

you properly."

trouble at all. The

interact with my children, a complicated

these past years, always available when I

with the twins.

had never told her the truth about

with him, had seen the way she lit up at the

were better

through the crowded mall toward the indoor

I'd arranged to meet Olivia