The next second, Rosalynn twisted her body and flipped him over.

“Brian, are you familiar with the tango?"

Rosalynn's eyes sparkled.

Pinned beneath her, Brian could only gaze back at her alluring expression and replied with a raspy tone, "Yes."

"And who might that be with? Selina?" she probed further.

As Rosalynn's hand drifted from his jawline to his throat, Brian knew he had to choose his words carefully.

In a swift motion, he reversed their positions, hovering above her.

His fingers combed tenderly through her tresses, his lips grazing her delicate earlobe as he murmured, “Honey, my dances are yours alone from this day forward."

His voice, deep and husky, sent a thrilling pulse through her, captivating Rosalynn entirely.

Her toes curled instinctively, her arms encircling his neck as she declared, "I wish to be advancing forever."

Brian paused his playful flirtation, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

“Do you intend to never retreat, or will you never hinder my advance?"

Rosalynn asked.

Brian assured, "Honey, your wish is my command."

With a sly smile, Rosalynn initiated a kiss, embracing her newfound realization, inspired by Gail's words. A woman had to know when to press forward and when to yield.

She was determined to gently guide her husband, securing her role as the one ever advancing.

Meanwhile, Brian sensed an oddity in their conversation but shrugged off the need to decipher it.

In this moment, his sole desire was to lavish her with love.

He worshiped her with kisses, marking a trail along her body, pride swelling within him as he watched her surrender to his touch.