My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At night, Janet wore her headphones and sat on the chair, with one leg under her bum, and began working on her design.Her elegant fingers had a way of their own with the pen.She painted at ease, drawing bold, confident strokes.

The window was open, and the summer breeze rustled her long, silky locks.

Ethan knocked on the door.His heart flipped when he witnessed the beautiful scene.

Janet glanced at him and looked away, focusing on the painting Ethan took her gesture as approval to get into the room.He shamelessly walked in and closed the door.

"Let’s talk." Ethan’s eyes were dark.

He placed a steaming glass of milk on the table and looked at her.

The sweet scent of milk wafted in the air.

Janet pursed her lips.Her mind was a mess.

"I don’t have time."

Ethan took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed, trailing his fingers across the soft bedsheet.

"I’ll wait for you to finish your work."

Janet’s unique scent filled the room as the wind swept across her.

Ethan’s mouth dried, and his body turned hot in an instant.

He felt a surge of desire within him. At eleven at night, Janet finally stopped drawing.She stole a glance at Ethan, who was staring at her.

and picked up

moment, darkness

pressed against hers.He placed his hands on either side, trapping Janet against the

done with work.Let’s talk

red, and her heart took a sprint in her chest as if she were

do you want

and pulled

rested on her shoulder, exuding

on earth do you want me to do to

weight from one foot to another, as

go of me, Ethan! I have to clean the desk," she whined, shrinking

read in books, who wouldn’t let go of their

struggled, the more

pressed his body against Janet’s, trapping

the tablet into the bag and asked, "Why are you shaking? I’ll help

first.We’ll sit down

his hold.She

run away and won’t talk to me,"

his fingers under her chin and lifted her head to

naughty girl!" Janet’s

and gently stroked her pink

you still

forward and

squeal left