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Carmela didn’t seem to mind much. She was still acting like she was in a haze of pleasure, and nothing could burst her bubble. Her movements were lazy and fatigued. She was still panting hard.

I reached for a towel to mop up the enormous mess I’d made on her body. Carmela’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Her grin was exceptional. Everything about her was adorable, even when she was littered by the spray of my cum.

“That feels sticky,” she said and laughed.

I laughed too, grateful for the lighter energy surrounding us now. I kissed the top of her forehead. “Sorry about that.”

Carmela reached up and linked her hand over my forearm. She gave me a stunning stare. There was nothing teasing about her expression anymore.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Cyburn. All is forgiven.”

ChapterTwenty

CARMELA

Life had gotten relatively easier for me now that the guards were watching Amada like a hawk, and around the clock. She was never alone, not even to go to the bathroom. All her rights, titles, and privacy had been stripped away, rightfully so. I didn’t feel sorry for her. She’d made her bed. Let her lie in it.

However, we still had to get rid of her, and that part was still gnawing at my brain. I was nervous for how the exchange was going to go. I knew that Amada wasn’t going to take the news very well, and that she’d probably put up a fight.

Or maybe she wouldn’t. Who knew, really? At this point, why would shewantto stay on the ship with us — with everyone who hated her, especially her estranged lover,mycurrent lover, Cyburn.

We were waiting for the diplomatic ship from Vorgon. I was nervous about how things would go when it arrived, and my anxiety about the situation was distracting me and preventing me from doing my work properly in the robot lab.

Cyburn was with me while I was diligently trying to concentrate on putting some spare parts together to make a weapon out of them.

“Why don’t you just take a rest?” Cyburn suggested.

I gave him a wan look. “I don’t think so.”

“You need the rest,” Cyburn said with gentle lecturing.

“I need the distraction,” I mentioned.

“It doesn’t seem to be working,” Cyburn said.

I gave him a smirk. “Gee, thanks.”

“I meant no offense.” He offered a lukewarm smile.

I sighed. “I know that you’re worried about me, but I promise that I’m fine. I’m a workaholic.”

“You are also a sexaholic,” Cyburn joked.

I laughed. He got me good on that one. “You might be right, but just look at it as making up for lost time.”

Cyburn feigned offense. “And here I was thinking thatIhad something to do with the fact that you want sex all the time.”

I grinned and stood on my tip-toes to kiss his lips. “Youarethe reason.”

“Good.” He looked a little prouder, puffing his chest out.

Cyburn’s features melted into a sudden and detrimental worry. “We have a big goal to accomplish tonight.”

I put my head down and nodded. I knew exactly what he was referring to. “Yeah. We do.”

Tonight, was the night when the ship would be arriving from Vorgon. Tonight would hopefully be the last night we had to worry about Amada ever again, but somehow, I knew we both doubted it — although neither of us were bold enough to say it out loud.

Cyburn took my hand and led me away from the table where I was working. “Come on,” he gently escorted. “Let’s go have some fun while it lasts.”

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