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.

down by

it,” Thalassa murmured,

the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere

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

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

gaze, only

too, Lysander had pressed her against the wall, his hands lifting

recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks as

was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every object she saw brought back vivid scenes from the night before.

ears, sending shivers down her sensitive skin,

her eyes and shook her head, trying to dispel the

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

that filled