Page 113 of Dublin Charmer
“We’ve got ye, babe,” Finn murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “Clan Quinn is an all for one and one for all family. Yer home now.”
Finn
I wake to the feeling of Nyx’s body curled against mine, her warmth a comforting weight. The midday sun filters through the curtains of our bedroom, casting golden patterns across her sleeping face. Even with getting up three times in the night with Antonio, I can’t remember the last time I felt this content.
She stirs, eyes fluttering open. “Hey, Charmer,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
“Hey, yourself.” I brush a strand of hair from her face. Every morning I wake up next to her feels like a miracle.
“How was he last night?” Her gaze searches my eyes, looking for any signs of fatigue.
“A couple of bottles and a change. Nothing his da couldn’t handle.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Cora has him and Caoimhe in the kitchen while she bakes.”
She brightens and waggles her brows at me. “So, we have some adult time?”
I chuckle. “I like the way you think, but you’re supposed to wait six weeks after giving birth to have sex. You’re not healed. Besides, I want to show you something downstairs. Come on, get up.”
She stretches like a lazy cat and groans. “Why don’t you get up and show me something right here in bed?”
“Stop being such a temptress.”
“Is it working?”
“Not this time. Come on, you’re going to like it.”
“Not as much as I’d like your cock filling me.”
When I don’t take the bait, her gaze sharpens with curiosity. It’s the look that first made me fall for her. “What are you up to?”
“You’ll see.”
When she rolls over, I smack her perfect ass, and she squeals.
“Sure, now you get playful. You’re a tease, you know that?”
She flashes me a pouty look, and I laugh. We dress and I lead her downstairs, and through the east wing of the house. She follows, fingers laced with mine, asking questions I deflect with a smile.
“The library?” she asks when we stop outside the heavy oak doors. “You passed up morning sex to take me to see books?”
“Not exactly.” I push the doors open, revealing what was once my family’s library.
She steps inside and freezes. “What... when did you do all this?”
The room has been transformed. Where bookshelves once lined the walls, sleek workstations now stand, their multiple monitors glowing with data streams. The original cofferedceiling remains, but now houses recessed lighting that illuminates the space without glare. The antique desk has been replaced by a command center with a 98-inch touchscreen display.
“Welcome to our new digital headquarters.” I watch wonder sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes as she takes it all in. “Climate-controlled, EMP-shielded, with redundant power systems and our own satellite uplink.”
She moves through the space in silent wonder, fingers trailing over the ergonomic chairs, the custom keyboards, the cooling systems.
“Now we won’t get caught with downed internet in the crunch, no matter how many ice storms are bombarding us.”
“You built all this?”
“I had some help with the heavy lifting, but the design was mine. I started it when the construction crews came in to do the repairs after Gravely’s men shot things up.”
Her eyes meet mine, understanding dawning. “That was ten months ago.”
“Other parts of the house took priority. You were gone, so we renovated based on need. Cora’s dream kitchen came first, then the repairs involving the main living spaces. Pimping out the library became my pet project. I figured when you came back, we could be the tech tag team again. Do you remember how much fun it was? And how good we were when we worked together?”
