My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Tilda flashed a defiant smile, aware of her temporary advantage.

She was injured, after all, and he couldn’t very well splash back without risking her wound.

Lyndon responded not with words but with action.

His gaze captured her lips for a moment before he leaned forward, closing the small gap between them with a tender kiss.

The contact was warm, catching Tilda off guard, causing her fingers to tighten around the edge of the tub.

What just happened?

Did he just kiss her?

That sure was a bold way to retaliate.

had begun as an

embrace

to the romantic atmosphere became a profound moment of connection, each kiss

mind was in

got from the bathroom to the bed or how she had been persuaded by Lyndon’s deep, husky voice

pain of her wound, only a profound exhaustion that left

N G E L A ‘s L I B R

slept until noon the next

awoke, she found herself lying on her side, her body still nestled

blinked a few times, letting out

she heard his magnetic, amused voice

“Awake?”

thoughts