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.

said, her eyes flashing with a mix

I didn't

my hands move slowly, tracing the lines of her

tasting the salt

water.

I was rediscovering her, patient and

my attention-soft, perfect-and I knelt lower, pressing my lips there, marveling at how even the smallest parts of her seemed new

slid up her thighs, fingers grazing the damp fabric

her body with my hands and mouth until she couldn't deny

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184: Memories

"Sean..."

whisper, fragile against the steam, but I heard the shift-the protest fading

her breasts. They were fuller now, heavy in my palms, and when I teased her nipples with gentle strokes, she gasped,

side to take her in my mouth. She shuddered, a

open. My hands roamed her hips, her waist, lifting her skirt

parting, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness seeping through her panties. I slid them aside, my fingers brushing her folds, finding her swollen

doubt in her eyes, but I murmured against

beautiful, Angie. Let me

plea wrapped in reverence, and she softened,

her with care. She was tight, responsive, her breath quickening

and I watched her-mesmerized by the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips parted. My thumb found her clit, circling gently, and she moaned

around us, a quiet rhythm beneath her growing

I waited, letting her set the

unguarded, and I saw it: the surrender, the need matching my

shifted, guiding her higher, my arousal pressing

me," I whispered, my voice trembling with the

didn't speak, but her breath hitched, and

inch by inch, the heat of her enveloping me. She

my skin as I filled her, her

stilled, locked together, the sensation overwhelming her tightness, her

feeling. She lung to me, her moans soft at

each thrust.

rhythm, her breasts swaying against my chest, and I held her close, my hands on her

down.