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-"

head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on his

My voice trembled with

face me, one hand rising to touch the reddening mark on his cheek. Instead of anger, I saw something more dangerous

quietly, "but every word I've said is

truth?" I spat, my voice still shaking. "What

now? Have you forgotten

the door handle, desperate to escape his overwhelming

I slipped inside, slamming it shut and immediately

his

refusing to look in the rearview mirror where I knew Sean still stood, watching

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cold over my hands as I stood in my bathroom,

visible reminder of what had just happened.

this?" I whispered

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my face with a towel, trying to compose

breath, I turned away from the mirror and

door.

she was reading

"Thank you so much for watching the kids

you properly."

no trouble at all. The twins are always

my children, a complicated guilt settling in

had been a faithful friend these past years, always available when I needed

with the twins.

had never told her the truth about their

lit up at the mere mention of his

were better

following evening, I pushed through the crowded

meet Olivia