The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet stared as the blinds slowly closed, her eyes wide. She lay on the bed, stiff as a board.

There was a rustling sound as Ethan lifted the covers and joined her. He braced himself on one elbow and straddled her thighs with his long, muscular leg. His fingers stroked her hair and splayed them across the pillow. “Are you asleep?”

Ethan’s hand slowly crept around her waist, then down the front of her leg. He clicked his tongue playfully. “How are you clamping your legs so tightly when you’re already fast asleep?”

His words only made Janet press her thighs even more tightly together, preventing him from doing what he wanted.

“If you keep this up, I’m going to slide my fingers in. You know you can’t stop me.” Ethan’s voice was low and dangerous. He blew lightly on her ear before pressing his lips against the sensitive skin.

“No—” Janet blurted out before she could stop herself. “Ethan…” She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. He was frightening her.

She hadn’t missed the massive bulge of his crotch back when they had taken a shower together before.

“Aren’t you going to say something else, hmm?” Ethan whispered to her now, his hot breath drifting over to her nape. The scent of their body wash lingered in the air.

answer right away, he pressed closer against her until his broad chest

caressed her skin with feather-light touches before tugging

of her neck. When she still didn’t turn around, Ethan finally rolled her over to face him. “Are you crying? Are you so afraid of me that you would cry?

It was true that she was a little frightened because she heard that the first time would always hurt, but she knew she

It’s not like I’m resisting…” She averted her gaze

perfectly understood what

kissed her—gently and with affection.

he asked, “Are

burning as Ethan grinned. “In that case,

face in both hands and swooped in for another,

instinctively snaked around his neck to bring him closer. In the next second, however,

gave her another peck. He was done playing now.

fire of his desire, and he could

made quick work of discarding his pajama