Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 172

Early in the morning, Megan woke to find Sullivan’s handsome face enlarged and close as he slept on the couch One hand was tucked under his head while the other dominantly rested on Megan’s waist, emanating warmth.

His shirt was in disarray, his black trousers intact, though the belt was removed.

Megan assessed her own state

She was relatively put together but her intuition told her something was amiss beneath, and indeed, buried in the couch crevice was a thin, sheer piece of black lace

Her cheeks burned.

Last night she and Sullivan had done it

Attempting to move without waking him proved futile when the hand at her waist tightened, pulling her back against him. Adults as they were, the intimacy of their proximity spoke volumes.

The atmosphere was charged.

Sullivan’s hand gently patted her waist, his voice deep and husky, “Stay still! Don’t make me lose control again, and don’t you cry about

Megan ceased struggling, comfortably nestling against him, waiting for the moment to pass.

Eventually Sullivan softly caressed her shoulder, his gaze intense, “About last night, should I take responsibility?”

memories of the evening were

the specifics, but perhaps it

best, sparing her the psychological burden.

up, gracefully running her fingers

hands of a violinist, truly a sight to behold.

in his posture that his commitment to the Lowry Group seldom allowed. This moming, he was content to

His voice softened, “Why so quiet?”

the coffee table, momentanly lost in thought, then softly said, “We’re adults. No need for responsibilities for such things! Besides, we haven’t

confront the piece of black lace and retreated to her room

tidying the

Organizing and cooking had brought her peace. Sullivan sat back, watching her, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Letting go

flamed, “I was drunk, I don’t

garment from the couch, pulling Megan close and teasing, “From

on every lingerie

start over, and his commitment

slightly, she forced her tears back and said, “There was no point in you coming over and sleeping here! The problems between us wouldn’t go away just because of that. Nonetheless, I have to thank you for what you’ve

the initiative to sit on his lap, understanding his desires and their shared history

kissed his chin messily.

whispered, “Till take contraceptives,

worry? I wore a