Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Sullivan twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, his voice languid and seductive in the velvet night, “That little bit of cash you’ve got, did you scrape it together fiddling at Timothy’s hotel? A few hundred or a few grand? Won’t even buy you a decent cup of espresso.”

Megan lay against his shoulder, silent. Perhaps her money meant nothing in his eyes.

But to Megan, it was every ounce of her courage. Even though she had returned, she’d do her best to stand on her own two feet. She didn’t want to live under Sullivan’s shadow and didn’t want to accept a check from his hand after they’d been intimate.

She said nothing, but Sullivan knew it all.

He wrapped his arms around her to pull her into his embrace. His large palm enveloped hers.

And like that, he held her for a long time.

Megan squirmed slightly and muttered, “Sullivan, I need to take a shower.”

But Sullivan caught her hand, fingers intertwining with hers. His forehead pressed against hers, his prominent nose grazing against her skin in a slow, intimate dance, too provocative for words.

Megan couldn’t take it.

She tilted her head back slightly, “Sullivan, stop it!”

His eyes locked onto her face, his voice hoarse, “Stop what? You don’t like it? But your body seems to be telling me a different story. You’re practically melting.”

He was a mature man, and he knew instantly that her monthly cycle had ended. She had lied to him last night.

Megan’s cheeks flared up like they were on fire. She was terrified of causing a scandal at home if her

father or Cora overheard them.

Sullivan kissed her cheek gently, his slender fingers parting the thin fabric of her clothes, soothing her with tenderness and patience he rarely showed.

And he even didn’t try to take her. He just focused on making her feel good. His chiseled face was scorching as he pressed it against hers, but his gaze never left her face. He was watching her delicate face to see how she surrendered to the sensations.

Suddenly, Megan bit down on his shoulder, letting out a muffled cry, and she wept.

Sullivan turned her face towards him and kissed her softly, comforting her. His gentleness in that moment could have tempted a nun.

Afterwards, Megan fled to the bathroom to clean up. Her legs were still shaking, and it took a while for her to steady herself.

As she soaked in the bath, she couldn’t help but overthink.

She knew him well; if he really wanted her, he’d ask her to keep quiet. He had strong desires, and without releasing them, he probably couldn’t sleep. In their years of marriage, he had never held back.

When she returned to the bedroom, Sullivan leaned against the headboard and was busy with work on his phone.

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But the room still camed a familiar masculine scent, and Megan’s cheeks warmed as she realized he must have taken care of himself. She lay down next to him carefully, fearing he might pounce again.

Sulivan looked down at her and asked, “How long are you planning to stay?”

Megan’s delicate hand rested on the pillow as she whispered back, “Maybe two or three days.”

Sullivan said nothing more. He lay down, apparently ready to sleep, but his hand still possessively wrapped around her waist. That deprived Megan’s sleep, and she was fidgeting now and then.

Suliran massaged her, “Can’t sleep? How about another round?”

She froze in fear!

In the darkness, Sullivan smiled silently. He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Got some urgent business at the company. I’ll be out early tomorrow, but I’ll come pick you up when I’m back, okay?”

This was the first time Sullivan had shared his schedule with her. It wasn’t premeditated. It was just that the mood and the vibe felt right to share such things with his Mrs. Lowry. And observing her reaction after his words was gratifying.

Megan was beautiful, a sight for sore eyes.

Sulivan was a man, and men desire beauty. It was impossible not to appreciate the allure of a pretty

WOMEN

Megan tumed her back to him. After a long silence, she finally asked, “Sullivan, what are you trying to say? What do you mean to me?”