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He nods again.

“I want you to fuck me. And I want you to get me pregnant.”

His eyes widen.

“Just do it, okay? I know we haven’t been careful, but now I just?—”

He buries his mouth on mine. I moan into his kiss as the rush of the moment fills me. This is what I need; it’s what I want. He undresses me fast, and we fuck in a desperate, crazy grinding of bliss. All the while, I’m thinking of the moment, of our future together, of all the moments we’ll have after this time. I push into him, wanting more and more, needing him, all of him. I come first, and he’s not far behind, filling me to the brim.

“You do realize you’ll have to give up one of your rooms for the nursery, right?” I ask him, teasing.

He shakes his head. “The baby can have the basement.”

“Alexan.”

“Kidding. I’ll gladly give them all up for our family. I can put an office somewhere else.”

“Good boy.” I kiss him, tugging at his hair. “My good husband.”

“My good girl.” He smiles, arms wrapped around me. “Any idea what you’ll do with your room now?”

“No clue. And you know what? I’ll probably change my mind fifty times between now and when it’s finished. That’s the fun part, right?”

“If you say so.”

He pulls me against him, and I smile to myself, snuggling in tight, already dreaming of what we’ll build together.

Chapter36

Alexan

Diego Navarro’s house is pretty fucking nice. I have to hand it to the cartel bastard. He’s got good taste.

It’s a multi-million-dollar townhouse on the opposite side of the harbor, almost right up against the water. It looks a lot like mine, only even bigger, with gaudy columns in the front. The fucker clearly doesn’t care about being subtle.

“I’ve been watching this place ever since the meeting a few days ago,” Eric says, peering through a pair of small binoculars. “Navarro’s got some pretty set habits. Like, for example, he goes for a run every morning right at six. Then he’s back and inside for a couple of hours, but then he goes out again around eight for coffee at a shop nearby. He’s there for like a half hour before coming back.”

“You sure he does this all the time?”

“I’d have to watch him more to make sure, but yeah, I think so. They seem like pretty well-established routines anyway.”

“What about work?”

“He’s on his network the whole time. Most of what he’s doing is via encrypted channels, but it’s not particularly good. William and Daron both think they can break it, given enough time.”

“No need for that.” I purse my lips, thinking. “I don’t care what business he’s conducting. That’s not so important. But if we can tap into his communications, that’s a bonus.”

“I’ll see what the guys think.”

“What else did you learn?”

Eric seems excited to keep talking. I appreciate his enthusiasm. “Honestly, the place isn’t that well-guarded. He’s got some guys that come by once in a while, but otherwise it’s just him in there. His security system is off the shelf too, nothing special about it. We could take it out with our eyes closed. I doubt he’s got anything important in there, though. He’s been around long enough to know that you don’t keep the real shit at home. Still, we could easily get in there and take whatever he’s got.”

I listen to him describe details of the house and its layout, my mind spinning. Ideas start to form in my brain, and something snags. “Do you remember a story Daron told?” I ask suddenly, interrupting him.

Eric hesitates. “He tells a lot.”

“He called it the perfect hack. Remember that one?”

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