My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Tilda cast a sidelong glance at Lyndon, who hovered at the periphery.

“You should go now.

I can manage on my own,” she said firmly.

Lyndon, with a subtle smile, advanced and began to undo the buttons of her loungewear.

Tilda, taken aback, swiftly intervened, her hand darting out to halt his movements.

“No, I’ve got this,” she protested, wincing as she inadvertently agitated her wound.

Lyndon’s expression softened, concern coloring his tone.

“Why must you always be so headstrong? We’ve been this close before.

There’s no need for modesty now,” he chided gently.

her cheeks

had been close before, but familiarity hadn’t eased her

She was still embarrassed.

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Tilda got caught off-guard.

had read countless novels and scripts, but that didn’t mean she’d no

on her lips as Lyndon’s hands resumed their work, peeling away

against her skin, sending a shiver

gaze lingered on her chest, deepening her

shielding her front

stare? It’s different being the subject rather than the observer,” she admonished, her

frame was illuminated by the soft lighting, highlighting the

want to hold