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

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

myself,” Tilda protested

she figured

husky drawl, laden with

of you is not just my duty-it’s my privilege as

”

caring as he began to

bathroom was clouded with steam, casting them both

on the sound of his controlled breathing, betraying his struggle

a man,

was not calm when he

Tilda found herself broaching a subject that had been weighing on

she asked, her voice