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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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.

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

her skin, each

His technique was impeccable.

into his touch, a playful thought striking

these real-life experiences make writing

awkward references

your

murmur, his teeth nipping playfully at

hissed softly, a playful annoyance bubbling

“Are you a dog?”

chuckled, lifting his head

he scooped her up again and stepped into the waiting

sheep’s clothing,” he murmured

help

she have imagined the cold, reserved

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

warm sunlight filtering through the curtains roused Tilda

for her phone, her stomach

she slept through the

“Awake?”

rich voice sent a pleasant shiver down

body lay beside

to face