One Night Stand With My Ex's Billionaire Enemy-Chapter 375 Try Something New

Ashton let out a soft laugh and gave me a sidelong look.

It made me nervous, and when he finally spoke, his voice was teasing. ‘Are you sure you’re not trying to remind me I should be doing something?’

I pushed at his chest, flustered. ‘I’m going to sleep. You do whatever you want.’

‘That sounded suspiciously suggestive,’ Ashton said, lifting the hand he was holding and pressing it to his lips.

The warmth of his touch made me forget myself, until he lowered his gaze and smiled. ‘Judging by that look in your eyes, I’d say you’re definitely hinting at something.’

‘What look?’

He leaned in until our foreheads touched, then murmured with a grin, ‘The look of someone who’s trying to undress me with their eyes.’

‘You’re ridiculous,’ I muttered, pushing his head away and yanking the blanket over my face to hide how hot it felt.

My heart had started beating faster, quick and erratic.

Ashton’s laughter rumbled low in his chest. Our bodies were still pressed together, so I could feel every vibration of it.

It was as if the air itself was filled with him, thick with heat and the faint scent of his skin. Every breath made my pulse race a little faster.

I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep. It was a pathetic act, but it was all I could think of. Unfortunately, whatever drowsiness I’d had was now completely gone.

After staring at my fake sleeping face for a while, Ashton gave in and pulled me closer, tightening his arms around me as if to press the heat back down.

I made a muffled sound, squirming as his arm crushed me against his chest. It was impossible to keep pretending now.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to find enough air to breathe again and glared at him. ‘You’re suffocating me.’

‘I can’t sleep,’ he said, his voice rougher now, his gaze dark and heavy with something that made my pulse jump.

‘That’s your problem.’

‘Is it?’ He took my hand and pressed it against him. ‘You caused this.’

The moment I realised exactly what I was touching, my face turned scarlet, all the way to my ears.

I shot him a furious look and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, pressing my hand back down.

‘Don’t move,’ he said, his voice hoarse, the words coming out like a low growl.

‘Let go. Some of us are trying to sleep,’ I snapped, though my voice wasn’t half as firm as I wanted it to be.

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he said through clenched teeth, ‘I don’t think I want you to sleep.’

His gaze was dark, his body tense with restraint. He was clearly fighting himself, torn between desire and self-control.

‘You’re...’ I started, half annoyed, half guilty.

It had been weeks since we’d last had sex.

Still, I reminded him quietly, ‘You’re forgetting the babies.’

That stopped him at once. His body went rigid, and a few seconds later, he sighed and released me. He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

‘Are you all right?’

He rolled over to face me, then rested a hand gently on my stomach. His touch was careful, almost reverent.

‘They’d better hurry up and come out soon,’ he murmured.

Something in my chest melted.

Yes. I wanted that too. I wanted to see them, hold them, hear them call me ‘Mum’.

***

We spent another lazy day together. There were plenty of things to do, though I couldn’t ride horses or do anything too strenuous, so we stuck to easy walks and the petting zoo.

After dinner, I was just setting down my fork when I noticed Ashton hadn’t eaten much.

‘What’s wrong? Don’t you like the food?’ I asked.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low and rough. ‘The food’s fine. I just fancy something else.’

‘Something else? Like wh—’

Before I could finish, he scooped me up without warning. My feet left the ground, and I instinctively clung to his neck.

‘You,’ Ashton said, his tone wickedly slow. His gaze locked on mine, and the way he looked at me made my throat go dry.

My heart thumped faster.

‘You’re talking nonsense,’ I said quickly, my face burning. ‘And don’t forget, I’m carrying two babies here. You’d better behave.’

Ashton glanced down at my belly. ‘Don’t worry. They’ll be fine. We’ll try something new tonight.’

‘Something new? What do you mean, something new?’

A bad feeling crept up my spine.

He only smiled, a slow, dangerous smile, and without another word, carried me straight towards the bedroom.

‘Hey, you’d better explain yourself first, or you’re not coming in,’ I protested.

Unfortunately, that threat had absolutely no effect on Ashton. In a few steps, he had carried me into the room and, with a flick of his foot, shut the door behind us.

An hour later, I lay on my back, exhausted.

‘Are your hands sore?’

His lazy, contented voice drifted over, followed by his hand reaching for mine. He took my hand gently and started massaging my fingers.

The warmth of his touch eased the ache a little, but then I remembered why my hands were sore.

I tried to pull my hand back.

He tightened his grip. ‘Don’t move, unless you’d rather lose the use of your arms tomorrow.’

I glared at him in silence.

After a brief internal struggle, I gave up resisting. It wasn’t fair that I should be the only one suffering when he was the cause of it all. Once I accepted that logic, I felt marginally better.

As he kept massaging, drowsiness began to creep in. I half-opened my eyes and gave him a sidelong glance. ‘We’re not doing that again.’

‘Didn’t you feel any pleasure at all?’

‘I was suffering, thank you very much.’

He chuckled quietly, let go of one hand, and picked up the other to continue massaging. ‘A few more times and you’ll learn to enjoy it.’

‘I’ll never enjoy it,’ I said firmly, then suddenly realised what he’d just implied. I pushed myself up and stared at him. ‘Wait, what do you mean by “a few more times”? You plan to do it again?’

He absolutely did.