Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 80

Sullivan towered over her, a commanding presence in the dimly lit room. He watched her delicate nose flutter, observed as she became increasingly lost in emotion. He knew his touch could unravel her, lead her to cling to his shoulders, her breaths whispering softly against his neck. It was only in these moments of sumender that her usually pale face bloomed with life, as if she was the Megan of old returning to him.

Bending down, Sullivan captured her lips in a kiss, passion threatening to overtake them both

It took three ardent sessions before Sullivan felt a semblance of relief. Both were sheathed in a fine layer of sweat as they lay entwined, their breaths mingling in the afterglow

Eventually, Megan stirred and sat up.

Sullivan tightened his grip on her waist, his voice hoarse with post–love–making huskiness, “What’s up?”

“I need to take a pill,” she explained as she ran her fingers through her long hair, which cascaded down her back. “You didn’t use a condom. I need to get the moming after pill”

Sullivan paused for a beat, taken aback.

Not having kids was a mutual decision, but hearing her speak so matter–of–factly stirred an unexpected imitation within him.

He set up. “Missing it just once doesn’t matter.”

Megan slipped into her robe. After swallowing the pill with water, she said in–her calm voice, “Better safe than sorry. Besides, you said you wanted a few more years of fun. A baby now would be inconvenient.”

leaned against the headboard, watching her

had changed. She was composed, her emotions steady, and in her, Sullivan could

“Well, since you’ve taken the pill, we

expected her

tenderly placed her hand on his thigh. She leaned in for another kiss, even initiating touches across

eyes darkened with

him, her robe tossed aside without care. Her hair

had been left in a compromising position. Initially, Megan had struggled, but it wasn’t long before she stopped resisting, lying submissive on the plush bed, surrendering to Sullivan’s

reveled in the experience. He

night, perhaps due to the long absence of sharing a bed, neither slept

Sullivan dreamed.

married Begonia. Waking with a start, he reached out to find the bed

“Megan!”

the walk–in closet, he heard faint sounds and got

the closet, the light cast a warm

white shirt, a sharp suit, and all the accessories neatly laid out, awaiting their

fell

waist to accentuate her slender figure, her hair was casually pulled