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

pulled back and turned her head sideways

my painting yet." Her face

and pressed her slender waist against his body.He gave the drawing board a short, tender glance before trailing more kisses down her throat.His

he whispered, his voice

good.There, can

was burning

to lower her eyes again.Her mind was slowly

him just as much as he

Ethan’s eyes darkened.

he swooped down and mischievously licked her lips,

lust any longer. Ethan picked Janet up

her with his large frame.He rubbed his body against hers, eliciting a

prompting Janet to grab

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

air inside the tent

"Ethan…"

every inch of his hands as they roamed her body, and wherever

"I’m here," Ethan rasped.