The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1200

Thalassa snapped back to reality and hurriedly pushed at him.

Her push was gentle and seemingly insignificant, but it was enough to signal Lysander that she didn’t want to.

Lysander caught her misbehaving hand and placed it firmly on his waist, inviting her to wrap her arms around him.

He released her lips, his breath heavy and raspy, hot puffs brushing against her face, moist kisses landing on the corner of her mouth, her chin, her neck, and finally peppering feather-light kisses near her ear.

The deep resonance of his breathing tickled the delicate skin behind Thalassa’s ear, causing her to involuntarily shrink her neck.

Her long eyelashes were moist, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, as Thalassa gasped, “Stop it, you're just tormenting yourself."

He knew full well she couldn't right now.

Yet, he continued to fan the flames.

Wasn't that just making it harder on himself?

Lysander's hoarse voice brushed her ear, “What did you have?”

His voice, low and fluid, vibrated against Thalassa’s eardrum, tightening her nerves.

He was still circling around the fact that she had a meal with Hertha and Spencer.

Lysander could be pettier than a little kid when he wanted to.

Thalassa cautiously replied, “We ordered Hertha’s favorites. I just had a bit on the side.”

“So, what did you have?” Lysander's lips grazed her earlobe playfully.

That teasing act made Thalassa squirm, her neck itching, her heart fluttering uncontrollably.

Gasping, she pleaded, “Meatloaf with mashed potatoes, fish sticks, and barbecued chicken wings…”