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

sponge, his hands slightly

myself,” Tilda protested weakly, her

to her left shoulder, and she figured she could manage

drawl, laden with an emotion she couldn’t quite

of you is not just

”

touch was tentative yet caring as he began to sponge

casting them both

sound of his controlled breathing, betraying his struggle

was still a man,

calm when he

broaching a subject that had been weighing

been any news of Brian?” she asked,