The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 273

Ex-Wife

Chapter 273:Steamed Hearts

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I couldn't help but laugh when Sean said, "Let me give you

Idead at him, raising an eyebrow. "You're joking, right? Y

big-shot CIQ. What do you know about massages.

ate hot spring, the str

im curling around him. "There's no CEO here, Angela," your husband. Your personal masseur. Besides, you think rubbing your back is.

He smirked, leaning bark against the edge of the private he said, his vulce calm but firm. "Today, I'm harder than staring at financial reports all day?"

I opened my mouth to argar, bu returned with a small bottle of onl

enver who'd left the refreshments earlier. Before I could blink, the ender and something earthy, Sean took it from her with a nod, then turned to

"Come on, sit here," he said, patting thei

Thesitated, feeling a little rideykur,

1 slindad up, letting my legs dangle

ooth stone ledge of the pool. "Let me take care of you."

Can be a mentent later, slick with the oil, starting

tim gentle, like he was afraid of pushing

the gron

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trying to

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lungest forward and started tickling me on

my laughter

laughing before

splashing it at him. He

still laughing, but then

mesay, and

Thury were dark, sharp, like a

didn't say anything, just leaned in slow, his breath brushing my

docked my head at the last second, my voice

for us out them—Gindia,

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shoulders, the oll and water making them slippery, and I kitsed

into nie.

lower, tugging at the straps my swimsuit. I didn't stop him. The fabric slid down my arms, and the hot air hit my skin, mixing with the heat

enough to look at me, his eyes roaming over my face, my collarbone, the curve

despite the warmth all around us. I reached for him, pulling him closet, and we slipped

my legs as he pressed himself against me. His hands were under the water now, sliding my

fingers were there,

everything into a sok

I hooked my legs around his waist. The petals stuck to

the gentle bubbling of the spring. He didn't answer, just kissed me again, this time, as he pushed the trunks

gasped when he entered me, slow at

waves.