My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

These past few days have been filled with ups and downs, leaving Janet’s thoughts in disarray. Before drifting off to sleep, she pondered over Vivi’s tragic end and sighed. “She was just a young girl, deserving of a promising future, but instead ended up in such a regrettable circumstance…”

Enfolding Janet in his arms, Brandon. gently caressed her silky hair and let out a sigh. “Janet, your kindness knows. no bounds. Even after Vivi’s repeated attempts to sabotage you, you held no resentment and continued probing into her car accident’s truth. And now, you’re still concerned for her, despite her demise.” Janet forced a smile and confessed, “I just couldn’t shake the heaviness in my heart.”

Brandon softly reassured her, “Get some rest now. A good night’s sleep will help soothe everything.”

“I can’t seem to drift off,” Janet murmured, nestling against Brandon’s strong, comforting chest.

Suddenly, Brandon’s tone became playful and suggestive as he lifted Janet’s

“Then perhaps we should engage in an activity that will help lull you to sleep. It’ll distract your wandering thoughts.”

“What?” Before Janet could fully react, she found his weight bearing down on her as he rolled on top.

“Brandon” Janet blurted out, her lovely face flushed with a blend of indignation and embarrassment as she glared at him. Brandon beamed cheekily and bent down to kiss her.

His lips passionately enveloped hers, encouraging her to respond in kind. The kiss was a delicate blend of softness and intensity, carrying a fervid urgency.

body made him seem like a ferocious beast, tightly encircling Janet and causing her fair skin to

remaining idle. He gave a firm tug on Janet’s straps, and with her soft gasp, they came undone, revealing her

fondled them, occasionally pinching her hardened nipples, sending shivers coursing through

Brandon’s body intensified, and he found himself desiring more than just kisses

on her soft breasts and nipples. His mouth opened slightly as he drew one of her plump

in Brandon’s hair as she arched her neck, unable to

his lips

the

fingers tightened instinctively as she murmured

“Don’t…”

disregarded her protests, asserting himself to create

pink garden

he leaned in, his mouth unwavering as he

tongue swirled to Janet’s sensitive spots, sometimes adding pressure and inducing

evidence of her arousal began to build, occasionally spilling over.

Brandon’s advances, Janet’s self-control faltered, leading her to