The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246:Don’t Ask Me to Stop Wanting You

Angela Pov

The heat slowly faded from my checks as Vic

ictoris observed

“I take the children for a walk,” the announced, a knowing smile playing.

“Het Grandma,” Aria protested, clinging to my side, I want to stay with Mommy!”

Victoria gently coaxed her. “Come now, darling. Let your parents have a moment.”

Aria hesitated, then relented when she saw Victoria reaching to pick her up “Okay, but I’m walking. You’re too old to carry me.

Grandma “

Victoria

laughed as the ushered both children toward the door. “Such a considerate girl.”

The sound of their voices Laded, leaving Sean and me alone in the spacious living room. We sat close on the sofa, his thigh pred against mine, his fingers still twined with my own. I tried to withdraw my hand, but his grip tightened slightly.

This embarrasses you?” Sean asked, his eyebrow lifting in amusement.

Icleared my throat, unable to meet his gaze. “Did you always act like this? In front of family?”

A smile played at the corner of his mouth. “Like what, exactly?”

Before I could respond, he lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a slow kiss against my knuckles. “Like this?” His eyes never left mine as his teeth gently grazed the tip of my finger. “Or this?”

I gasped, trying to pull away. The sensation sent electricity racing up my arm, but his hold was too firm to break

“So this is what makes you uncomfortable?” His voice dropped lower. Don’t be shy, Angela. We ve done much more intimate thing

in our apartment.”

“Really?” I studied his face, searching for any

y sign he might be exaggerating. “I feel like I wouldn’t be that kind of person.”

“What kind of person?”

The k

kind who’s comfortable with… public displays.”

His eyes darkened. In one swift motion, he pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his as he cupped my face. “I missed you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. “So much.”

Then his mouth claimed mine with an urgency that stole my breath My fingers involuntarily tightened on his suit jacket.

Itis arms encircled me completely, pulling me closer as if he wanted to absorb me into his very being. The kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping past my lips.

The intimacy of it sent panic racing through me. This was too much, too fast. I pushed against his chest, breaking away with a gasp.

“Sean, stop,” I breathed. “Someone might come in,

His pupils were dilated, desire evident in his gaze. “No one will disturb us. Victoria knows exactly when to give us space.

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Chapter 246:Don’t Ask Me to Stop Wanting You

“That’s… that’s even more reason not to continue,” I insisted, trying to slide off his lap.

Sean’s hands settled on my waist, keeping me in place. “Why not? When I kissed you just now, you seemed to enjoy it. You even kissed me back.”

Heat flooded my face again. “You forced that reaction”

⠀ “Did 17” His smile turned knowing. “I can control your responses now?”

His fingers traced a path up my skle, finding a sensitive spot that made me Inhale sharply. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch in ways my mind couldn’t understand.

Then, emboldened by my reaction, Sean’s hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, his warm fingers brushing against my y bare skin. A shiver ran through me as he caressed me gently, his touch igniting a fire I hadn’t expected,

He leaned in closer, his lips finding the curve of my neck. He kissed me there, softly at first, then with more intent, trailing up to my earlobe. His breath was hot against my skin, and despite myself, I felt my resistance crumbling. A low moan escaped my lips, harely audible, but it was enough to spur him on.

“Sean…” 1 murmured, my voice weak, caught between protest and surrender.

In one fluid motion, Sean shifted, flipping us so that I was pinned beneath him on the sofa. His body hovered over mite, his weight pressing me into the cushions.

For a moment, I let myself sink into it–the warmth of his touch, the comfort of his kisses. My arms slid around his waist, holding him tightly, and I felt the tension in his body as he pressed himself Boser.

But then I saw it–a slight wince, a subtle furrow in his brow. My hate of desire cleared instantly. His abdomen. The injury.

“Sean, stop,” I said, more firmly this time, my hands pushing against his chest.

He paused, his breathing heavy, his eyes searching mine. “What’s wrong?

“Your stomach,” I said, my voice trembling with concern. “You’re still hurt. We can’t do this.”

Sean didn’t move, his hands still braced on either side of me. I’m fine, Angela. It’s not that bad.”

“No, you’re not fine,” I snapped, anger bubbling up. I shaved him harder, and he relented slightly, giving me room to sit up. “You promised me, Sean. You said you wouldn’t do anything to hurt yourself again.”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as he sat back. I’m not hurting myself. I just… I want you. Is

is that so

wrong?”

“It is when you’re ignoring your own limits! I glared at him, my heart pounding. “You think I don’t notice? You flinched, I saw it.”