My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Rosalynn pondered his words.

Had she unwittingly sought him out in her sleep?

Glancing down, she noted her pajamas intact, her body bereft of any unfamiliar sensations.

It seemed nothing had occurred between them.

Brian leaned in, whispering, “AlL through the night, you clung to me, your gestures hinting at desires unspoken. Didn’t you once say intimacy stems from love? So, you must love me, right?”

Rosalynn was rendered speechless.

Then, with a swift move, Brian was atop her, his gaze fixed on her loveliness. His fingers traced her skin, whispering, “Our marriage has been a fusion of soul and physicality, hasn’t it?”

her query from the day before. She had asked him whether they aligned more on an emotional or

caught in his morning flirtations, Rosalynn knew his antics were intentional.

G E L A ‘s

had been correct. Brian’s eloquence had only

resisting

his face

were about to meet, the abrupt ring of

her head, skillfully avoiding

“Back off. I’m suffocating.”

to consider strategies to shake off this streak of

to be intimate

strode over to fetch Rosalynn’s phone from the nightstand. Seizing the phone with a scowl, his dark eyes narrowed upon seeing the