The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

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.

her arms and reached for Ethan’s shoulder. The afterglow from last

jokingly.

moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to go to the company? Won’t the Larson Group fall without

fact, she hadn’t expected

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

and grinned. “Then, I’ll go pack and get

travel with Ethan, but they never found the

she could scramble out of the covers, he pulled her back into his embrace.

how irresistible she looked when she just

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

private jet

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 the most romantic city

tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of

eyes were clear and bright, lending a youthful

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

husband, bless his heart, seemed to be enjoying his new gadget. He looked rather adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool overcoat as he fiddled with the

photos of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any reason to. And so, he was understandably uneasy about this particular

to be pleased with the pictures when

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

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