“Can you just imagine for a moment how much you and I could accomplish together as a team?” I ask her. “Think about the jobs we could pull off. The protection we could weave around the various Ferraro organizations. We would be fucking unstoppable.”
And just the thought of it has my dick throbbing all over again.
She’s the root user to my server. Which is cheesy as fuck, but true. Because there will never be any firewalls between us.
“You know I’m not really a black hat, though, right?” she asks cautiously. “I consider myself more of a gray hat.”
I smile. “Sweetheart, we both know you’re a white hat, which just makes your last name all the more appropriate. From what I’ve seen, all of your jobs have been for the greater good. Just like mine.” I pause. “Well, mostly. There are a few enemies we’ve absolutely targeted in nefarious ways.”
But they deserved it.
And I don’t elaborate on why.
Given Lark’s experiences in life, she already understands that there’s evil in the world that can only be taken down by dark deeds.
However, none of that matters.
All I care about is the future. Aboutus.
“I want to partner with you, Lark. If you’ll have me.” It’s not a proposal like the one Noah offered, but it’s my own form of offering commitment.
I want her in my life.
As my other half.
As my omega.
As my everything.
She studies me for a long moment. Then, in a very serious tone, she asks, “Does that mean I can keep the laptop?” The twinkle in her eyes is the only indication that she’s teasing me.
Except, I think she’s also serious.
So I sigh and shake my head. “That thing is worth a hell of a lot more than a diamond ring, Lark. I hope you know that.” I lift my hand from her hip to her face, cupping her cheek. “But what’s mine is yours, sweetheart. If you want the laptop, you can have it.”
“If you’re nice, I’ll let you borrow it,” she offers, smiling now.
“How generous of you,” I deadpan.
Her resulting nod is solemn. “Yes. Sometimes I can be generous.”
I snort. “Cocky, too.”
“I did break through several encryptions,” she points out. “My arrogance is well earned.”
“As the one who programmed those, I agree,” I admit, then press a kiss to her lips. “Now we should probably finish this shower before the tub overflows.” Because I just remembered that I left it filling nearby.
It’s a huge basin, so it shouldn’t be too full yet. But it will be soon.
“So we’re taking a shower and a bath?” she asks, her brow furrowing.
“Yep. Shower to get clean. Bath… to do other things.” I waggle my brows at her. Then set her down on the ground so we can accomplish the first part.
She seems incredulous.
But that incredulity dies when I start lathering us up with soap.
I’m thorough.
