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.

picked up her graphic tablet on the

next moment, darkness engulfed

his hands on either side, trapping Janet against the table.His hot

done with

sprint in her

want

Janet and pulled

shoulder, exuding a

on earth do you want me to

one foot to another,

have to clean the

reminded of the domineering heroes he had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of their

struggled, the more aggressive they would

tighter and pressed his body against Janet’s, trapping

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

go of me first.We’ll sit down comfortably and

tried wriggling out of his

run away and

lifted her head to make

naughty girl!" Janet’s eyes

her pink lips with

you still

and

squeal left Janet’s