My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"You’re just impossible.How can you get jealous so easily?"

Suddenly, Janet’s face turned hot.She lowered her gaze, unable to look at Ethan anymore.She tried to push him away and pleaded, "Step back.You’re too close."

She was trapped, being pressed in between Ethan’s large body and the kitchen sink behind her.Her flustered face made him want to have her even more.

"I have a question."

Ethan’s deep voice came from above her head, his breath rustling her hair slightly.

Clenching his fist, the man cleared his throat and asked in a gruff voice, "Well, between Brandon and me, who has the better figure?"

As soon as those words left his lips, Ethan felt incredibly embarrassed.

He knew it was a stupid question, but he just wanted to hear Janet praise him to his face.

Standing there and thinking for a long time, Janet stole a glance at Ethan from the corner of her eyes.

For a second, it seemed that his broad figure matched that of the man in the elevator.

"Actually, you have similar builds." Ethan frowned.

With pursed lips, he muttered, "We can’t be exactly the same."

"I didn’t get a good look at him.How could I tell who has the better figure?" Janet asked defensively.

His question was too difficult. Finally, the microwave oven beeped and the smell of sweet and sour sauce wafted to their noses.

"Okay.The fish is ready"

her gaze again, Janet tried to push Ethan away

an opportunity to grab her

"It’s not hard.Touch my body and you’ll be able to tell who has the better

waiting for a response, he

skin was firm, with distinctly toned muscles bulging

as though she touched fire and instinctively tried

pressed her palm

she could do but feel his defined

her hand moved any lower, he would

eyes tight and her whole body went stiff.Her other hand flew to her face and she quickly turned her

was "Okay, okay.You have a better figure, even better than those models in the magazines.You’re also

she didn’t praise

let go

eyes clouded over but

raised his hand and touched her

face so red? I’m your

"No, I…"

her lower lip, at a loss for

say anything, Ethan had scooped her up and onto the kitchen counter. Surprised, she looked up at the

she could react, Ethan had already leaned

kiss

to do but part her lips slightly and let him kiss her fiercely. This wasn’t the first time they kissed,