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?”

from the day before. She had asked him whether they aligned more

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

G E L A ‘s L I B R

had been correct. Brian’s eloquence

silent, not resisting

lifted her chin, his face inching

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

turned her head, skillfully

“Back off. I’m suffocating.”

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

peculiar that each attempt to be

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