The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 942

Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thalassa, on the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.

Her arms looped around Lysander’s neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thalassa’s heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet, trying to cover herself. But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.

His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.

Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander’s lower abdomen.

His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, “Why bother covering up? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

Thalassa’s face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.

Lysander cast a sideways glance at her, noting the blush spreading across her previously pale cheeks, tempting as a ripe peach.

reaction, he focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up and come out,” he said, his voice a command.

Thalassa murmured, her

Lysander’s tall frame exited the bathroom, the

Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water

beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that very sink had been the site of unrestrained

memories flooding her mind made her blood run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only

her against the wall,

hitched at the recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks

corner was a reminder of the night’s

sending shivers down her sensitive skin, her heart squeezing

and shook her head, trying to dispel the lingering

head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths

filled the