Page 50 of The Alpha's Stolen Mate

“I see that you upgraded,” she said, her hands on the back of my brown leather office chair.

“What do you mean?”

She nodded at my computer monitors.

“Last time, you only had two,” she said and shrugged.

“Last time…?” I trailed off when I realized what she was talking about.

The night we made love.

An intense look sparked in her eyes, and my stomach jolted. A crackling energy filled the room, not unlike the sky before a thunderstorm. For a moment, I swore I saw the gold thread of the Mating bond flicker to life between us. But then it went out.

We started walking toward each other at the same time. Summer and I met in the middle of my office. We didn’t touch at first—we didn’t have to. Our eyes were caressing each other, drinking in the other person, intoxicated by one another’s presence.

Summer bit her pretty pink lip and ran a hand through her dark hair. There were blades of grass stuck in the tips of her hair. Had she been lying the grass?

With a shaking hand, I slowly reached out and grabbed a piece of grass, her smooth hair brushing against my skin like a light kiss.

Her bright blue eyes widened, and she inhaled sharply.

“Gabriel,” she whispered.

My eyes closed, savoring the erotic sound of my name on her lips.

I wanted to push all three of my monitors off my desk, roughly grip her hips, set her on top of the wooden surface, kiss those sweet lips, and show her just how much I’d missed her over these past six years.

But when I opened my eyes, she was back behind my desk, at least five feet away from me.

“I, um, needed to talk to you. About Grayson,” Summer clarified.

Her cheeks flared with bright red spots, and her lips were bruised from her biting them.

I cleared my throat.

Now’s not the time to fantasize about making love to Summer on your desk.

“Do you want to sit?” I asked and gestured to my office chair.

“Isn’t this where you sit?” There was uncertainty in her tone.

I waved a hand and sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

Summer sank down and peered at me behind the computer monitors.

She sighed and frowned

My stomach tightened with anxiety.

What did she want to talk about? Had she decided she never wanted to tell Grayson that I was his father?

“I just talked to Grayson,” Summer said quickly, as if she just wanted to get the words out of her mouth as fast as possible. “I told him…I told him about you.”

Hope bloomed within my chest.

“You told him that I was his father?” I asked.

Summer nodded.

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