My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 352 - 354: Husband’s Performance Good or Not

Chapter 352: Chapter 354: Husband’s Performance Good or Not

Shouldn’t we have dinner outside for the socializing?

Ashton Heath nibbled on her soft and sweet lips, his voice deep, "Mmm, I promised you I’d be home before you woke up, and I’ll keep my word. Baby, have I been a good husband? How about a little reward for me?"

The man’s voice was already magnetic, and when he deliberately lowered it with a seductive tone, it was extremely sexy and provocative.

His hot, wet lips kept kissing hers.

Joanna was so teased that she softened in his arms, her whole body tingling.

It felt like her ears were pregnant.

She was dizzy from the man’s skilled kissing, panting, "Wha, what reward?"

When Joanna was sleeping, she felt too hot and pulled at her sleepwear in her sleep.

She had torn open several buttons on her sleepwear but didn’t realize it herself.

Now, as she lay in Ashton’s arms, he could see her blindingly white skin, just by lowering his head.

Just like creamy jade, people couldn’t take their eyes off it.

Ashton looked at her with darkened eyes and heat in his gaze, grabbing one of her small hands and guiding it to a certain place, his voice hoarse, "I’ve been holding it in all day, it’s so uncomfortable. Baby, can you help me out?"

Feeling the scorching heat under her palm, Joanna’s heart raced like a drum, wanting to move her hand away as if she’d been electrocuted.

But Ashton wouldn’t let her do that.

The man commandeered her fleeing hand, moving his searing lips to her ear, coaxing in a husky voice, "Just once. You can’t bear to see me suffer."

Joanna almost cried out, "But my hand will be sore..."

"It won’t," the man continued to coax softly, "I’ll try to make it quick."

Joanna’s little face creased into a ball, full of reluctance.

He’s a liar.

Last time, he said the same thing.

The result was... her hand was sore for days.

As for his notion of speeding up... at least it takes half an hour.

"Baby, just once, hmm?" Ashton moved the hair from her ear, pressing his burning lips to her tender earlobe. "Help me out once, and I’ll give you a surprise. How about it?"

"Wha, what surprise..." Joanna couldn’t help but tremble.

Being kissed in her most sensitive spots, her body had already melted into his arms, limp and powerless.

Ashton’s voice gradually became huskier, "Baby, help me first..."

*

In the end, under Ashton’s various enticements, Joanna reluctantly used her hand to help him.

An hour later.

He changed into a bathrobe, carrying Joanna out of the bathroom.

Joanna’s face flushed as she buried her head in his chest, thinking of the scene just now that made her blush, her face couldn’t help but flush again.

The man’s deep, hoarse gasps...

And the sexy moans he made when he reached his climax were all deadly temptations.

Every time she thought about it, Joanna’s heartbeat would quicken.

Moreover, when she was helping him just now, watching his sexy, provocative demeanor, she had actually felt the urge to kiss him.

Thinking about this, Joanna’s face grew even hotter.

Why did she feel like she’d changed?

No, no, no, she wouldn’t admit she’d changed.

It was all Ashton’s fault.

Who asked him to deliberately put on such a tempting, provocative air?

He was so handsome, with such a good figure, and in that situation, any normal woman would feel the same way she did, having some thoughts about him, right?