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I glance up at him and, in a soft voice, say, "Sean, I mean it. I want to live in my place. You know how much time and effort I put into decorating it."

He sighs. "Zara, I don't care where we live, but I'm not doing shit without talking to the Omni first."

I huff. "So they rule everything now?"

Something passes over his expression.

Fear hits me. "Sean, don't tell me that that's what you mean. Don't tell me they get to control every single move we make."

He sighs and shakes his head. "No, I don't think they control every move, but they moved your stuff here for a reason. So until we can speak with them and tell them what we want, you'll have to deal with my place."

I shimmy out of his grasp, sit up, and groan, staring around his bedroom.

He tugs me back into him. "Is my place that bad?"

I glance at the bare walls and admit, "No, but can I at least put my stuff on the wall? It's so boring."

He smiles. "Yeah, I don't give a shit. Do what you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't care. If that's going to make you happy, then do it."

"Yay," I say, clapping, then lean in to kiss him.

It's meant to be quick, but he rolls me onto my back and kisses me deeply until he's hard again.

His greens twinkle. He rolls over, pulls me on top of him so I'm situated over his cock, and states, "I think you need more of a punishment."

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19

Sean

Zara and I barely left the bedroom, only untangling ourselves from each other to order food and grab it at the door. Now, she's sleeping peacefully in my arms, with her leg draped over me, exhausted.

I stare at the ceiling, wondering again how we got here. There isn't a bone in my body that's upset I'm married to Zara. It's just ironic.

We fought for so many years not to cross the line, and now we've jumped so far over it, there's no going back. And I always knew it would be good between us, but this is better than I anticipated.

I glance down at her again, unable to stop the grin forming on my face.

Her lips are slightly parted, her long lashes dark against her skin, and her cheeks are still slightly flushed.

I mutter, "Fuck, I'm in over my head," then freeze, reprimanding myself when I realize it came out of my mouth.

Shedoesn't stir.

I carefully move her leg off me. She whimpers but doesn't wake. Then I slide out from under her, get out of bed, and toss on a pair of sweatpants. I grab the tray of take-out food and go into the kitchen. I scrape our plates, toss the leftovers in the trash, and load the dishwasher.

The doorbell rings, and I freeze.

Who could be here?

I glance at the bedroom, then walk to the front door and open it.

Brax stands there in his workout clothes, and he looks pissed. He questions, "So what the fuck happened the other night, and where have you been?"

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