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

senses, yet still caught in his morning flirtations, Rosalynn knew his

L A ‘s

Brian’s eloquence had

not resisting his embrace, Brian’s smile

tenderly lifted her chin, his face

just as their lips were about to meet, the abrupt ring of the phone shattered the tender

turned her head, skillfully

“Back off. I’m suffocating.”

Brian’s features, prompting him to consider

that each attempt to be

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,