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?”

before. She had asked him whether they aligned more

knew his antics were intentional. Despite this, she

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Brian’s eloquence had

remained silent, not resisting his

his face

about to meet, the abrupt ring of the phone shattered the

turned her head, skillfully

“Back off. I’m suffocating.”

crossed Brian’s features, prompting him to consider strategies to shake off this streak of

peculiar that each attempt to be intimate

and fought to quell the surge of longing within him. Rising, he strode over to fetch Rosalynn’s phone from the nightstand. Seizing the phone with a scowl, his dark eyes