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

pentia, alinost tim gentle, like he was afraid of pushing too

fingers.

“” he said, and that the gron his mine. “Zahid you Drept skills.”

slip myself, tylating away bum bum as a giggle escaped

“sean?” I wipest, trying to catch my besuch

He chuckled, pilting Bia hindi tuck für a wound “Indie klow your that tickleh†

he lungest forward and started tickling me on purpose.

brute, my laughter dying out.

burst out laughing before I could

and splashing it at him. He ducked, at

still laughing, but then

ai chass—wet, mesay, and ridiculous–and

anymore. Thury were dark, sharp, like a predatur

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in slow, his breath brushing my lips.

I docked my head at the last second, my voice shaky. “It’s almost fumettir. They might be waiting for us out them—Gindia, the

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Chapter 273:Steamed Hearts.

Then he kissed me. It was deep, insistent, like he’d been holding it ck siner we stopped into this

My hands found his shoulders, the oll and water making them slippery, and I kitsed him back, letting the warmth of the spring sink

into nie.

His fingers trailed down my neck, then 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 of his hands.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes roaming over my face, my collarbone, the curve of my chest,

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, soft but rough at the same time, and it snt a shiver through me despite the warmth all around us. I reached for him, pulling him closet, and we slipped deeper into the water together.

The rose petals floating on the surface brushed against my legs as he pressed himself against me. His hands were under the water now, sliding my swimsuit bottoms down until they drifted off some here in

The heat of the spring against my bare skin was intense, and then fingers were there, guiding me, pulling me closer. I wrapped MY DUTIES around he

neck, the steam blurring everything into a sok baze.

He lifted me little, the water making me weightless, and I hooked my legs around his waist. The petals stuck to his chest as pressed against him, ah! I could feel him–hard, ready–through the thin fabric of his swim trunks.

“Sean” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the gentle bubbling of the spring. He didn’t answer, just kissed me again, this time, as he pushed the trunks down.

I gasped when he entered me, slow at first, the water lapping around us in soft waves.

His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as we found a rhythm, the water splashing lightly against the stone walls. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the mix of lavender oil and his skin, and he murmured my name against my ear.

He shifted us, pressing my back against the edge of the pool. The stone was cool compared to the water, and it sent a jolt through