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

his hands slightly trembling as he

this myself,” Tilda protested weakly, her voice

and she figured she could manage well enough using her

low, husky drawl, laden with

Taking care of you

”

touch was tentative yet caring as he began

casting them both

gaze, focusing instead on the sound of his controlled breathing, betraying his

was still a man,

surely was not calm when

found herself broaching a subject that had been

of Brian?” she asked,