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 evening were

recall the specifics, but

sparing her the psychological

running her fingers

truly a

to the Lowry Group seldom allowed. This moming, he

caught her hand. His

coffee table, momentanly lost in thought, then softly said, “We’re adults. No need for responsibilities

bear to confront the piece of black lace and retreated to her room to change.

began tidying the

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

“I was drunk, I don’t

garment from the couch, pulling Megan

looked at her, recalling her promise to try on every lingerie piece for him, a promise yet unfulfilled.

eyes moistened at the memory of their brief happiness, of Sullivan’s wish to start over, and his commitment to being a

coming over and sleeping here! The problems between

initiative to sit on his lap, understanding his desires and their

his chin messily.

still, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Till take contraceptives, no need to worry about getting me

I worry? I wore a condom

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