Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 114

Sullivan twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, his voice languid and seductive in the velvet night, “That little bit of cash you’ve got, did you scrape it together fiddling at Timothy’s hotel? A few hundred or a few grand? Won’t even buy you a decent cup of espresso.”

Megan lay against his shoulder, silent. Perhaps her money meant nothing in his eyes.

But to Megan, it was every ounce of her courage. Even though she had returned, she’d do her best to stand on her own two feet. She didn’t want to live under Sullivan’s shadow and didn’t want to accept a check from his hand after they’d been intimate.

She said nothing, but Sullivan knew it all.

He wrapped his arms around her to pull her into his embrace. His large palm enveloped hers.

And like that, he held her for a long time.

Megan squirmed slightly and muttered, “Sullivan, I need to take a shower.”

But Sullivan caught her hand, fingers intertwining with hers. His forehead pressed against hers, his prominent nose grazing against her skin in a slow, intimate dance, too provocative for words.

Megan couldn’t take it.

She tilted her head back slightly, “Sullivan, stop it!”

onto her face, his voice hoarse, “Stop what? You don’t like it? But

knew instantly that her monthly cycle had ended. She

fire. She

Cora overheard

fingers parting the thin fabric of her clothes, soothing her with tenderness and patience he rarely

was scorching as he pressed

on his shoulder, letting out a

him and kissed her softly, comforting

were still shaking, and it took a while for

she soaked in the bath,

He had strong desires, and without releasing them, he probably couldn’t sleep. In their years of marriage, he had

the bedroom, Sullivan leaned against the headboard and was busy

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masculine scent, and Megan’s cheeks warmed as she realized he must have taken care of himself. She lay

and asked, “How long are you planning to