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 why

asked, “Don’t you need to go to the company? Won’t the Larson

week off,” Ethan said, looking unbothered as he pulled her closer and rubbed her

up

and get ready right away.” She had always wanted to

her earlobe. She probably had no idea how irresistible she looked when she just woke up. It only took a single taste to get addicted to something, but once you reached that 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 the Eiffel Tower glimmered in the surface of the River Seine. It truly was

busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across the pavement.

“Aren’t you done yet, Ethan?” Janet complained. She was growing tired of

adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool overcoat as he fiddled with the lens. Ethan had never taken photos of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any

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

when she had been studying painting, her biggest dream was to explore

in wonder; then he brought her chilly fingers to

and have a

shivered despite the layers she wore. Ethan reached out an arm around her shoulder and tucked her under his coat, and the two of them