My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Brian’s spirits were high, as Rosalynn held back her sharp tongue. He drew closer once more, planting a kiss upon her Lips.

“Your mouth tastes incredibly sweet. What have you been eating?”

His desire to continue their kisses grew stronger.

“Isn’t it obvious what I ate?” Rosalynn’s response came with a sharp tone.

With a grin, Brian responded, “Certainly, we’ve shared the same meal.

Do you find my lips just as sweet?”

Rosalynn suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, her patience wearing thin.

let me

further, Brian declared, kissing her once

Angela’s Library

found the congee in his mouth to

bowl aside

withering look and attempted to push him away, yet Brian’s

your throat? The tissue’s right there. Help yourself,” Brian said,

mouth, his gaze fixed on Brian, too stunned for

me so fondly. It’s clear as day. I’m

left speechless, found his intent to repulse

declared,

widened, pleased by