The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 184

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 184: Memories in the Bathtub

Sean POV

A dull, throbbing pain greeted me as consciousness returned. I forced my eyes open, squinting against the morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains. Noticing the blanket covering me, I couldn't help but smile. Angela had given

it

to me--she still cared about me.

Memories of last night crashed over me like waves. Christina's attempted drugging. My journey here. The bathroom.

God, the bathroom.

I closed my eyes, replaying every moment with vivid clarity.

Angela had been there, helping me into the tub. In that haze of heat, she'd seemed like a goddess-radiant, untouchable, her body fuller than I remembered, curves softened by time and motherhood.

She wasn't the shy, awkward girl from our early years anymore; she was a woman, her sensitivity heightened, every shiver and gasp a testament to how much she'd changed.

I could still see her, soaked and glistening, her dark hair plastered to her neck, her skin flushed with warmth and something deeper.

1 hadn't wanted her because of the drugs Christina slipped me, or some petty rivalry with Christopher.

No-it was simpler, purer, and far more dangerous.

I craved her, needed to feel her against me, to meld us into one until the years apart dissolved.

It wasn't just desire; it was a longing to know her again, to give her the pleasure she deserved, to see her unravel as a woman in my

arms.

That need had surged through me, raw and unstoppable, drowning out everything else.

She'd resisted at first, her hands pressing against my chest, her voice sharp with defiance.

her eyes flashing with

didn't

my hands move slowly, tracing the lines of her arms, feeling the tension

jaw, brushing gently, tasting the salt

water.

was rediscovering her, patient and deliberate, savoring

lips there, marveling at how even the smallest parts of her

fingers grazing the damp fabric of her

I wanted to worship her, to map her body with my hands and mouth until

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"Sean..."

fragile against the steam, but

blouse, finding the well of her breasts. They were fuller now, heavy in my palms, and when I teased her nipples with gentle strokes,

fabric side to take her in my mouth. She shuddered, a quiet moan escaping, and

coaxing her open. My hands roamed her hips, her

seeping through her panties. I slid them aside,

in her eyes, but I murmured

Let

voice was steady, a plea wrapped in reverence, and she softened, her hands

finger slipping inside, then another, stretching her with care. She was tight, responsive, her breath quickening as I curled my touch against

flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips parted. My thumb found

a quiet rhythm

I waited, letting

unguarded, and I saw it: the surrender,

my arousal pressing

I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight

her breath hitched, and that

her slowly, inch by inch, the heat

as I

together, the sensation overwhelming her tightness,

a gentle roll of my hips, drawing out the feeling. She lung to me,

each thrust.

my chest, and I held her close, my hands on

down.