My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was already bright outside when Janet woke up the next morning, She was sore all over, and her limbs felt like they might fall apart any second. When did she fall asleep last night?

The last thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her

The man was an absolute beast in bed.

“Oh!” Janet blushed as memories of their lovemaking flashed in her head. She burrowed back under the sheets.

But then the door opened, and she couldn’t help but peek over the edge of the quilt.

Ethan sauntered in carrying a breakfast tray. He was clad in black pajama bottoms and nothing else.

Janet’s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscular torso. She could almost feel the warmth of his strong, hard chest under her fingertips. Ethan set the tray down on the table and padded over to the bed. He leaned over Janet and gently swept his thumb over her brow. “Hello, Mrs. Larson. Do you need more sleep? It’s already well past noon. If you want to keep sleeping, we can take our private plane later.” He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.

She perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly.

your fault. You’re the reason

chuckle and cuddled for a moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to go to the

trip. “I took a week off,” Ethan

Janet shot up in bed and grinned.

I’ll go pack and get ready right away.” She had always wanted to travel with Ethan, but they never found

point, the matter of restraint became a constant battle. With that said, Ethan and Janet stayed in the bathroom for two hours. Sure enough, they ended up taking their private jet and arrived in Europe at nine o’clock that evening. The night sky over Paris was still a light shade of blue despite the hour, and the lights of

tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across the pavement. Her eyes were clear and bright, lending

yet, Ethan?” Janet complained. She was growing tired

he fiddled with the lens. Ethan had never taken photos of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any reason to. And so, he was understandably uneasy about this particular activity. Fortunately. Janet appeared to be

Louvre?” Janet had turned toward the southern bank of the Seine, her eyes filled with

painting, her

watched her bask in wonder; then he brought her

and have a look,” he said

cold, and Janet shivered despite the layers she wore. Ethan reached out an arm around her