Chapter 442 A Honeymoon Trip


    It was already bright outside when J 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 asleepst night?


    Thest thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her.


    The man was an absolute beast in bed.


    "Oh!" J blushed as memories of their lovemaking shed 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 d in ck pajama bottoms and nothing


    else.


    J''s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscr 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 J 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 privateer."


    He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.


    J stretched her arms and reached for Ethan''s shoulder. The afterglow fromst night left a rosy


    hue on her skin.


    She perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly. "It''s all your fault. You''re the reason


    why I''m so exhausted."


    They shared a chuckle and cuddled for a moment before she asked, "Don''t you need to go to the


    company? Won''t the Larson Group fall without your supervision?"


    In fact, she hadn''t expected a honeymoon trip.


    "I took a week off," Ethan said, looking unbothered as he pulled her closer and rubbed her


    shoulders.


    Hearing this, J shot up in bed and grinned. "Then, I''ll go pack and get ready right away."


    She had always wanted to travel with Ethan, but they never found the time.


    Before she could scramble out of the covers, he pulled her back into his embrace. "Let me carry you


    to the bathroom," he whispered and nipped 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 J 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 the most romantic city on earth.


    By the boulevard, a tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across the


    pavement.


    Her eyes were clear and bright, lending a youthful charm to her petite frame.


    "Aren''t you done yet, Ethan?" Jined. She was growing tired of smiling for the camera.


    Her husband, bless his heart, seemed to be enjoying his new gadget. He looked rather adorable in


    his knitted wool hat and his ck 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


    reason to. And so, he was understandably uneasy about this particr activity.


    Fortunately, J appeared to be pleased with the pictures when he showed them to her.


    "Oh, is that the Louvre?" J had turned toward the southern bank of the Seine, her eyes filled


    with awe as she stared at the magnificent building in the distance.


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    Back when she had been studying painting, her biggest dream was to explore this historical site.


    Ethan silently watched her bask in wonder; then he brought her chilly fingers to his lips and kissed


    them. "Let''s go over there and have a look," he said softly.


    The winter wind was cold, and J shivered despite theyers she wore. Ethan reached out an


    arm around her shoulder and tucked her under his coat, and the two of them walked down the


    streets, talking andughing.


    J was still in high spirits when they retired for the night.


    Shey back in bed with her arms spread as she recounted everything she had seen at the Louvre


    with unmistakable fondness. "I thought the Mona Lisa would be bigger. Her smile didn''t look as


    mysterious as the Inte hyped it to be."


    Ethan emerged from the shower and found her wriggling on the bed. Her slender and even legs


    were kicking randomly in the air, and her plump chest was heaving slightly, which was like a silent


    temptation.


    His mouth suddenly felt dry, and he had to swallow a lump in his throat. All the blood in his body


    surged downward. Ethan gritted his teeth.


    "There you are, honey," J said, shing him an inviting smile. "Come here, let''s look at the


    photos we took together."


    But Ethan wasn''t interested in the photos at all.


    What he wanted to do right there and then was to rip off her clothes and keep her in bed for hours


    on end.


    Without another thought, he walked to the bed and straddled her, pinning her down with his body.


    "You''re too heavy," J said innocently, though a knowing smile was dancing on her lips.


    Ethan yfully bit her lower lip and growled. "I want you. Open your legs."