My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Tilda swallowed hard, her eyes shut tightly, mentally transporting herself anywhere but there.

If she could detach from the moment, perhaps it wouldn’t feel so overwhelming.

Lyndon carefully stripped away her remaining clothes, his movements gentle yet deliberate.

He then lifted her smoothly, lowering her into the warm bath.

The water rose to embrace her, soothing her immediate embarrassment under its protective cover, though she remained acutely aware of her vulnerability.

Below the surface, the contours of her body were just obscured enough to draw Lyndon’s eye even more compellingly.

He had moderated the water level carefully, ensuring it wasn’t too high to irritate her wound, yet enough to maintain her modesty to some extent.

Lyndon watched her, the struggle evident in his tightening jaw as he tried to maintain decorum.

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Library

hands slightly trembling

myself,” Tilda protested weakly,

shoulder, and she figured she could manage well enough using her

response came as a low, husky drawl, laden with

always be so headstrong? Taking care of you is not just my duty-it’s my privilege

”

tentative yet caring as he began to

with steam, casting them

on the sound of his controlled breathing, betraying his struggle to

still a man, after

not calm when he

broaching a subject that had been weighing

there been any news of Brian?” she asked, her voice echoing slightly