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

a sponge, his hands slightly trembling as he prepared to wash

can handle this myself,” Tilda protested

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

response came as a low, husky drawl, laden with an emotion she couldn’t

be so headstrong? Taking care of you is not

”

yet caring as he

bathroom was clouded with steam, casting them both in

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

still a

surely was not calm when he bathed

Tilda found herself broaching a subject that

there been any news of Brian?” she asked,