No intention of letting themcloserto me, as I can feel the one currently throbbing against my overheated center. It’s almost like I’m naked. Like Noah’s naked, too. Because I swear I can sense his pulse through my clit.
“You wound me, little bee,” Noah murmurs against my ear. Then he rolls off of me and moves deftly to his feet, his actions lithe and reminding me of a panther more than a hulking alpha.
When he holds out a hand for me, I glare at it.
“You’re the one who came clawing at me,” he reminds me softly. “I merely defended myself.”
“By pinning me to the ground?” I snap.
“Okay, so I defended myself… and I enjoyed it very much.” He drops his hand. “Any time you want to spar, I’m your alpha.”
“You’re not my anything.”
He shrugs and wanders over to the jet’s exit—which I realize is still wide open.
Or itwaswide open.
Until now as he closes it.
I frown. “Kind of hard to leave when the door is closed.”
He glances at me, confusion in his expression. “We can’t fly with the door open, pet.”
“I’m not your pet,” I mutter at him. Only, my frown deepens. “Wait,fly?”
“That is what the boss man meant when he said it was time to go.” He waggles his brows at Lazarus. “Right,boss?”
The Ferraro don growls. “You’re just begging for a demonstration right now.”
“I did say you practically invited him to play,” Johan inserts from his seat. He hasn’t moved from his executive chair, a laptop still perched on his leg. Yet he’s watching me with his beautiful ice-blue eyes.
He seems to be the least lethal of the group. Yet I can tell that doesn’t mean he’ssoft. He’s just… a different kind of deadly, maybe.
“How did you figure out it was me who stole the funds?” I ask him, my stomach knotting for an entirely different reason.
Because I’m pretty sure I know how.
And it has everything to do with that laptop on his lap.
“If I asked how you hacked into our accounts, would you tell me?” he counters.
“No.”
He smiles, and the beautiful man now has dimples, making him even more alluring. “Then you’ll understand why I’m not going to answer your question,” he replies, confirming that his laptop is indeed his weapon of choice.
A fellow hacker.
Great.
Just fucking great.
I’m not sure who to fear more—the psychotic assassin who just proposed to me, the mafia don, or the lethally handsome hacker.
Probably all of the above.
And they’re my scent matches.
Ugh.
