Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 165

Megan obeyed, a flush of embarrassment warming her cheeka.

His charcoal slacks contrasted with her soft, fair skin, a sight that stirred a deep rush of desire

As Sullivan leaned in, Megan’s delicate nostrils flared ever so slightly, an involuntary sign of her bashfulness. If not for their three years

of manage, one might think she was unacquainted with the intimacies shared between a man and a woman.

“Are you scared or just not used to this? Sullivan’s voice was deep and resonant, his gaze fixed on her petite face.

“It’s not that!” Megan rested her face against his shoulder, an act that always seemed to surrender to the moment, something Sullivan found irresistibly charming. He loved being in control, especially when it came to their moments of intimacy, completely lost in his affection for her.

But at this moment, he had no intentions of claiming her. He turned his head to look at her, gently caressing her face.

It was burning hot!

Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy red!

Sullivan was not a man of naive passions, nor was he a saint. He carried Megan to the white hospital bed, her hair spreading across the pillow…

Pleasing a woman was addictive.

Sweat glistened on Megan’s porcelain face as it pressed against the crisp, white pillow, her expression distant.

over kissed her gently.

stroked her cheek, soothing her. “If you’re tired,

a

hand, caressing his handsome face absent–mindedly, tears the size of peas escaping from her eyes. She knew, she was fully aware, asking him

glow on Sullivan’s face, softening his chiseled features,

don’t know! Perhaps I can’t bear to let go, afraid that once I do, I’ll

stop

hand,

a little

eyes, it was early morning.

was empty

vaguely remembered Sullivan coming back late at night, lying beside her.

dwell on it, quickly getting up and walking to the

still

on a small sofa nearby, Megan covered her with a blanket and sat quietly by the

eight, Sullivan arrived,

a dark wool suit and a meticulously chosen tie, looking every bit the picture of propriety,

sat next to Megan, giving

the room before leaving, but not without casting a

the door closed, Sullivan softly asked, “Dad

herself to