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?”

of the

couldn’t recall the specifics, but

best, sparing her the psychological burden.

her fingers through her hair.

violinist, truly a

commitment to the Lowry Group seldom allowed. This moming,

her hand. His voice softened, “Why so

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

the piece of black lace and

she began tidying the

her three years of marriage to Sullivan. Organizing and cooking had brought her peace. Sullivan sat back, watching her, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Letting go so easily? Last night, you were under me, crying like a kitten, begging

flamed, “I was drunk,

garment from the couch, pulling Megan close and teasing, “From our movie date?” “I

recalling her promise to try on every lingerie piece for him,

brief happiness, of Sullivan’s wish to start over, and his commitment to being a good

tears back and said, “There was no point in you coming over and

him, taking the initiative to sit on his lap,

kissed his chin

trembling as she whispered, “Till take contraceptives, no need to worry about getting me pregnant!”

worry? I wore a