My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"What do you think?" Janet asked timidly.

If she had to be honest, she wasn’t really confident about the painting.

The last time she had painted with nature as the subject was when she was still a student.She had been drawing fashion designs so much that she had started to feel the rest of her drawing repertoire slipping.

As for what she had just made, she’d just pulled it mostly out of her imagination.

Janet wasn’t sure if Ethan would like it; it certainly looked flat to her.

Ethan’s face was unreadable as he reached out to run his fingers across the drawing board.

For one long moment, he said nothing and just stared at it.

Janet grew flustered soon enough.She tugged at his sleeve, her lips pursed.

"Ethan, is everything okay?"

Instead of answering her, he just bent down and kissed her again.

Janet was so nervous that her palms were sticky with sweat, but she still grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.She closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall into his passionate assault, even as her heart thundered inside her chest.

Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing wildly against each other.

crashing waves faded into the background, and all they could hear was

pulled back and turned her head sideways

said anything about my painting yet." Her

against his body.He gave the drawing

good, babe," he

can I do it

was burning

him, only to lower her eyes again.Her mind was slowly turning into mush.She

truth was that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, if

Ethan’s eyes darkened.

he swooped down and mischievously licked her lips, nipping and sucking the soft

longer. Ethan picked Janet

he had already set her down on the thick bedding, trapping her with his large frame.He rubbed his body against hers, eliciting

on the neck, prompting Janet to grab

than the more torrid ones they had just shared.Her long legs instinctively

the tent grew hot

"Ethan…"

every inch of his hands as they roamed

"I’m here," Ethan rasped.