Nathan’s POV"What the hell is the play, Nathan?" Julian’s voice was a jagged blade through the speaker.I glanced back toward the bathroom, where Zack was still invisible behind the frosted glass of the shower. I stepped closer to the steam, the heat rolling off the marble. I leaned in, pressing a hard, territorial kiss against Zack’s wet cheek."We’re finishing this later," I promised against his skin. I needed him to know this wasn't about a lingering ghost or a lack of hunger. It was strictly business.Zack just nodded, his jaw tight, teeth digging into the swell of his lower lip."I love you," I reminded him. I watched his shoulders drop an inch, a faint, weary smile touching his face. "And don't you dare touch that dial without me," I added, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rumble.I left my husband flushing under the spray and strode into the bedroom, the carpet damp beneath my bare feet. I brought the phone back to my ear. "Go ahead."Julian’s rasp came through, cold and
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