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 on an emotional or

flirtations, Rosalynn knew his antics were intentional. Despite

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correct. Brian’s eloquence had only

resisting his embrace, Brian’s smile

lifted her chin, his face inching

meet, the abrupt ring of

head,

“Back off. I’m suffocating.”

prompting him to consider strategies to shake off this streak of bad

it not peculiar that each attempt to be intimate with his

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