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“At my age, baby, you got to give me a few minutes.”

I gripped his half-erect cock. “I know a way to help make it hard.”

“Well, if you want to help, baby, how can I say no to that?” I felt and heard his laughter, his joy.

And then, because I’d promised, I slid down his body and took him in my mouth. Round three was just as good as one and two.

CHAPTER 34

Ophelia

Sebastian and I fell into a routine—but not like the old one, the predictable, monotonous cycle of running a household while waiting for my husband to fit me into his schedule.

This new way of living was exhilarating, and we both thrived in it.

Sebastian was busy emptying the old house now that it had been sold.

Tristan had come down from New York to help during Fall Break.

We spent an entire weekend sorting through the house, dividing everything into three piles: storage, giveaway, and what we and the kids would take with us now.

It was bittersweet, walking down memory lane—poignant, yes, but dense with the realization that the house, once our anchor, was just bricks and mortar. Our family hadgrown and changed, and we’d outgrown this home in every way that mattered.

“It’s good to see how excited you both are about living downtown,” Ada told us. “And I am so happy you’re not getting divorced.”

“Was never going to happen.” Sebastian had a playful glint in his gaze. “I was never going to let your mama leave. I mean…I got no chance of ever hooking someone as gorgeous and wonderful as her again.”

How far we both had come!

At Savannah Lace, I was no longer the new intern who felt like an imposter. However, I was still an intern. I had finished working with Nova and learning everything I could about being an office manager and was now starting my rotation with Stella in landscape design.

I had learned how to speak up in meetings and trust my instincts. I still had doubts—of course, I did—but every time I delivered a solid proposal or contributed an idea that made people nod approvingly, I felt a rush of confidence.

It had been seven months since I had packed a suitcase and walked out of the house I had spent two decades building—and now we were ready to create the next two decades and more.

We now saw Dr. Ryan once every two weeks.

The crisis had passed,butwe wanted to stay healthy in our marriage, and talking to a therapist was helpful, especially since we were embarking on changing our lives completely.

Living in the apartment and going out more—beingtogether just the two of us—it almost felt like we were dating.

“I like the idea of us dating,” Sebastian told me one night after we made love because we were like rabbits all of a sudden, fucking our way around the small apartment like we were sex fiends. “Because then I get lucky every night.”

That was the other thing. The tense way we’d been living was in the past.

We laughed more, had more fun together, went for walks and drives, and spent time togetherandapart.

Sebastian had become friends with Lev, go figure!

He also had started to spend time with Diego, who was rumored to be dating Nina Davenport—rumored because Nina never talked about it, while Diego seemed to have no problem telling anyone who’d listen hisgirlwas the coolest.

“Those two must have awesome sex,” Nova murmured during a party Nina had thrown at her place.

Luna, Aurora, Stella, Nova, and I all watched Diego and Nina talk. She was serious, and he was grinning.

“He’s a flirt,” Stella declared. “He can charm man, woman, and child.”

“But Nina?” Luna shook her head. “That’s…well…weird.”

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