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Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Sullivan eyed her with a curious gaze. After a moment, he chuckled lightly. To this a big deal among Indies?”
His voice suddenly dropped a notch, even carrying a hint of tenderness, “So Megan, when did you pick up these tricks? Was it during your time as Mrs. Lowry?”
The words were leasing. The kind of flirtation reserved for the intimacy between couples.
Megan wasn’t in the mood for such games. She turned her face away towards the car window and said coolly, “You pick things up here
and there.”
Sullivan was about to say more. But the traffic light of the intersection turned green, and the cars behind them were already honking impatiently Sullivan had no choice but to gently press the gas pedal and drive off.
Soon, they arrived at the most upscale hair and beauty salon of Borough City.
Given Sullivan’s special status, he and Megan were personally greeted by the manager.
The manager was sweet–talking and quite the chammer, “Mrs. Lowry, with your delicate complexion and slender frame, our salon has just received a tailor–made Archea gown that would look absolutely stunning on you. You must be the most filling belle in all of Borough City”
And with that, he had the gown brought out Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
It was indeed beautiful.
Sullivan glanced at Megan and gently urged, “Go on, try it.
A short while later, inside the changing room, Megan slipped into the gown but couldn’t reach the zipper at the back. After several attempts, she quietly called for assistance. After a moment, footsteps approached from outside.
The door opened, and to her surprise, it was Sullivan who entered.
Their eyes met, and for a second, both were taken aback.
The changing room was brightly lit, surrounded by mirrors reflecting Megan’s vulnerability. The gown draped softly over her. Its hem layered yet not heavy, adding a sense of lightness.
The back zipper was undone, and the neckline revealed a generous expanse of tempting skin. Her fair, soft flesh was covered not with a bra but with nude nipple pasties.
She stood there, looking soft and tender
Sullivan locked the door behind him without a sound and approached her, asking in a low voice, “Can’t reach the back?”
As he spoke, his hands were already at work.
Megan found herself enveloped in his embrace from behind, leaning against him in disarray
Sullivan was tall, around 6’2”
Even in her high heels, Megan only came up to just above his shoulder, and he easily took control. He didn’t hurry to zip up the delicate chain but instead leaned in close to her neck, nipping gently.
Megan trembled slightly. Her voice came out weak, “Sullivan, I’ll call out”
His desire flaring; he caressed her sensitive body, deliberately misinterpreting her words, “Then do it, Megan, I love to hear your moans. Megan was both embarrassed and annoyed, “Sullivan, let go of me! Someone could come by at any moment.”
Of course, Sullivan knew that
Her teasing and hall–exposed body roused him, but he hadn’t lost his s
senses yet. He trailed his hands up along her waist to the zipper and gently pulled it closed…
Once done, Megan tried to push him away. But Sullivan held her firmly, forcing her to look at their reflection in the mirror.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman they we
were a perfect match.
He gazed into her eyes and whispered like a lover, “Mrs. Lowry, I really want to take you right here.”
His words were crude.
Megan couldn’t resist snapping back, “What’s the matter, did Cressida leave you unsatisfied? Sorry for leaving Mr. Lowry so pent up” Sullivan didn’t bother to explain. He quite enjoyed Megan’s jealous yet denying demeanor.
He gripped her waist, turning her around and pressing her against him. Through the thin layers of fabric, Megan could feel the change in his body, a sign of his arousal.