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.

what had begun as

into an unexpected embrace fueled by a spark that seemed to ignite

romantic atmosphere became a profound moment of connection,

was in a

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

night, she didn’t feel the pain of her wound, only a profound exhaustion that left her unable to move

G E L A ‘s L

slept until noon the next

she found herself lying on her side, her body still nestled against Lyndon’s

blinked a few times,

his magnetic, amused voice in her

“Awake?”

muddled thoughts gradually