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.

flashing with a mix of panic and

didn't

I let my hands move slowly, tracing the lines of her

brushing gently, tasting the salt of her

water.

was rediscovering her, patient and deliberate, savoring every

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

the damp fabric of her

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

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Memories in

"Sean..."

was a whisper, fragile against the steam, but I heard

now, heavy in my palms, and when I teased

my mouth.

my time, coaxing her open. My hands roamed her hips, her waist,

her thighs parting, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness seeping through

flicker of doubt in her eyes, but I

Let me

wrapped in reverence,

She was tight,

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

around us, a quiet

wanted more-needed more-but I waited,

and I saw it: the surrender,

higher, my arousal

I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of

but her breath hitched,

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

my skin as I

together, the sensation overwhelming her tightness, her pulse around me, the intimacy of it

out the feeling. She lung to me, her

each thrust.

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

down.