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.

setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up

Thalassa murmured, her

tall frame exited the bathroom,

the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped into

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

she quickly averted her gaze, only for her eyes to fall upon the dark gray

against the wall, his hands

hitched at the recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks as

shield her from Lysander’s pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder of the night’s fervor.

sending shivers down her sensitive skin, her heart

head, trying to dispel the lingering

cascaded over her head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths

filled the room.