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?”

the

recall the specifics, but

sparing her

running her

of a violinist, truly a sight

Lowry Group seldom allowed.

her hand. His voice softened, “Why so

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 officially filed for divorce, so one

of black lace and retreated to her room to

tidying

during her three years of marriage to Sullivan. Organizing and cooking had brought her peace. Sullivan sat back, watching her, a teasing

cheeks flamed, “I was drunk, I

the couch, pulling Megan close and teasing,

to try on every lingerie piece for him, a

his commitment to being a

enough for a lifetime.” Looking up slightly, she forced her tears back and said, “There was no point in you coming

his lap, understanding his desires and their shared history intimately.

kissed his chin

held her still, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Till take contraceptives, no

annoyed, retorted, “Why would I worry? I wore a condom last night!”