The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 184 3/3 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 184: Memories in the Bathtub Sean POV A dull, throbbing pain greetedas 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 overlike 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, helpinginto the tub. In that haze of heat, she'd seemed like a goddess-radiant, untouchable, her body fuller than I remembered, curves softened by tand 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 spetty 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. "Sean, stop it," she'd said, her eyes flashing with a mix of panic and something unspoken.

But I didn't rush her.

Instead, I let my hands move slowly, tracing the lines of her arms, feeling the tension in her muscles soften under my touch My lips found her jaw, brushing gently, tasting the salt of her skin mingled with the water.

I kissed her like I was rediscovering her, patient and deliberate, savoring every inch.

Her round 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 beautiful.

My hands slid up her thighs, fingers grazing the damp fabric of her skirt, and I felt her tremble, her breath hitching.

She was exquisite, every curve a revelation, and I wanted to worship her, to map her body with my hands and mouth until she couldn't deny what still burned between us.

1/3 Chapter 184: Memories in the Bathtub "Sean..." Her voice was a whisper, fragile against the steam, but I heard the shift-the protest fading into something softer, My fingers brushed higher, slipping beneath her blouse, finding the well of her breasts. They were fuller now, heavy in my palms, and when I teased her nipples with gentle strokes, she gasped, her head tipping back.

I kissed her neck, slow and lingering, then lower, tugging the fabric side to take her in my mouth. She shuddered, a quiet moan escaping, and I felt her resistance crumbling, her body leaning into mine.

I took my time, coaxing her open. My hands roamed her hips, her waist, lifting her skirt higher until it bunched around her middle.

She straddled me, her thighs 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 and ready.

She tensed, a flicker of doubt in her eyes, but I murmured against her skin, "You're beautiful, Angie. Letfeel you." My voice was steady, a plea wrapped in reverence, and she softened, her hands resting on my shoulders.

I explored her slowly, one finger slipping inside, then another, stretching her with care. She was tight, responsive, her breath quickening as I curled my touch against that sensitive spot within.

Her hips rocked, tentative at first, then bolder, 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 louder, her fingers digging into me.

The water lapped around us, a quiet rhythm beneath her growing urgency.

I wanted more-needed more-but I waited, letting her set the pace.

Her eyes met mine, dark and unguarded, and I saw it: the surrender, the need matching my own.

I shifted, guiding her higher, my arousal pressing against her entrance.

"Tell me," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of it.

She didn't speak, but her breath hitched, and that was enough.

I entered her slowly, inch by inch, the heat of her enveloping me. She gasped, nails biting into my skin as I filled her, her body adjusting to mine.

For a moment, we stilled, locked together, the sensation overwhelming her tightness, her pulse around me, the intimacy of it all.

Then I moved, a gentle roll of my hips, drawing out the feeling. She lung to me, her moans soft at first, then rising as I deepened each thrust.

The water splashed with our rhythm, her breasts swaying against my chest, and I held her close, my hands on her hips, guiding her down.

The pleasure built, steady and relentless, until she arched her cry sharp and unrestrained, her body shuddering aroundas she came.

I followed, the release crashing through me, raw and complete, m binding us in that fleeting, perfect moment. 2/3 Chapter 184: Memories in the Bathtub Mr. Night, Mr. Night!' A small voice pulledfrom my thoughts. Aris stood before the, her dark curls to like mine-framing her cherubie fare She wore pink unicorn paismas and clutched a plush toy under ww Mr. Night, you're finally swake!" she excisimed, bouncing slightly of her toes.

Yes, I am, I replied, forcing myself to sit up despite my pounding and.

"Where's your mother? I asked, glancing around the apartment.

Mommy went downstairs to buy breakfast," she told me.

"Downstairs? I checked my watch-7:15 AM.

"Yes, just a few minutes before you woke up." Aria studiedwith undisguised curiosity, her head tilted slightly. Then, with the disarming directness only children possess, asked,

"Mr. Night, why did you sleep in our hlast night? Are you going to marry my mommy?" Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW