Chapter 82. Home

Sean's POV

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as I watched Ivy sleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Even exhausted from our wild rounds of sex last night, she looked peaceful, with her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her lips slightly parted. Damn, I'd missed this. Missed her.

Dax stirred in my chest, equally reluctant to leave her warmth. These business trips were hell on both of us. No matter how many times I told myself it was temporary, that it was just until I dealt with the pending issues, every mile between us felt like a physical ache.

So whenever I finally got home, we spent hours making up for lost time. And yet, the hunger I had for her never abated. It was never ending, gnawing at me even when I was close to her because I knew I couldn't be around as long as I wanted.

I pressed my lips to her forehead, catching the faint scent of vanilla and sex in her hair. She murmured something unin