My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

A blush crept up Tilda’s neck as yesterday’s steamy scene replayed in her mind.

Was he suggesting to assist her with a bath?

Wouldn’t this lead to…?

“Let’s take one together.

”

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.

Library

Before Tilda’s thoughts could spiral any further, Lyndon scooped her up into his arms.

Tilda gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes wide, “Together?”

Lyndon, ever playful, raised an eyebrow.

“Two people in a bath saves water, right?”

Tilda frowned, speechless.

Lyndon smirked at her stunned expression, carried her into the bathroom, and what followed unfolded naturally.

the sink, his touch feather-light as he removed her

trailed down her skin, each one sending shivers down her

His technique was impeccable.

touch,

experiences make writing

awkward references or contrived

in your head

murmur, his teeth nipping playfully at

hissed softly, a playful annoyance bubbling

“Are you a dog?”

chuckled, lifting his

her up again and stepped into the waiting embrace

in sheep’s clothing,”

couldn’t help but

she have imagined the cold, reserved Lyndon could be such

night, they explored uncharted territories, pushing boundaries until Tilda finally succumbed to sweet

the curtains roused Tilda from a deep

for her phone,

slept through

“Awake?”

a

lay beside her,

turned to