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?”

had asked him whether they aligned more on an

to her senses, yet still caught in his morning flirtations, Rosalynn knew his antics were intentional. Despite this, she

A ‘s L I B R A

correct. Brian’s

remained silent, not resisting his embrace, Brian’s

chin, his face

meet, the abrupt

turned her head, skillfully avoiding

“Back off. I’m suffocating.”

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

each attempt to be intimate with

Rising, he strode over to fetch Rosalynn’s phone from the nightstand.