He straightened. “Pretty elegant problem, actually. Hard to spot because the AI was making smart decisions based on wrong input data.”
I blinked at him.
He’d just solved a problem that had stumped my entire development team.
He’d done it in approximately ninety seconds.
He was now standing there calmly like he hadn’t just demonstrated panty-melting competence.
“Finn,” I licked my lips.
“Hm?”
“That thing you just did. All that casual brilliance. It does things to a girl.”
His grin spread slowly across his face, eyes darkening. “Does it now?”
“Sure does.”
“What sorts of things?” He backed me against my desk, slotting his hips between my thighs. He cupped my face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks while his fingers slipped into my hair.
I kissed him slow, biting gently at his bottom lip, earning me a low groan at the back of his throat.
“You sure you don’t wanna come work for me instead, cowboy?” I whispered after a time, hooking my fingers in his waistband. “I’ll make it worth your time.”
Finn chuckled, kissing my neck.
“I’d never get any work done,” he teased. “And we’d both end up in HR.”
“Yeah, but I know the owner.” I gasped as he palmed my breast, thumb ghosting over my nipple. “I think I could get us off.”
“Baby, I’m sure you could get us off,” he growled, biting at my neck. “But I like it when you let me help.”
A loud thump against the door startled us both.
Followed by a distinctive whine.
Followed by scratching and what sounded like our dog attempting to tunnel through solid wood.
“Icarus,” Finn ordered. “Stand down.”
The scratching stopped.
For approximately five seconds.
Then it started again, more insistent, accompanied by a bark that suggested Iggy hadopinionsabout being separated from his people.
I dropped my forehead against Finn’s chest, laughing despite myself. “Your son is incredibly persistent.”
“Wonder where he gets that from,” Finn pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “We should probably rescue whoever’s trying to contain him.”
“Probably.” I didn’t move. Neither did he.
Another thump. Another whine. Lennon’s voice, slightly desperate: “Casey, I need backup—”
“Okay,” I sighed, pulling back reluctantly. “Before he stages a full tactical assault.”
Finn opened the door to find fifteen pounds of determined chaos. Iggy’s entire backend wiggled, his little body bouncing as he lunged forward.
