There was nothing hurried about it. Nothing rough or desperate. Just slow-burning intensity… and something like joy woven right into the way he touched me.
Before I even realized what he was doing, Alexander stood up—lifting me as easily as if I weighed nothing. His hands slid under my thighs, and my arms instinctively tightened around his neck. I realized he was about to walk out of the office holding me like that.
“Alexander...” I whispered, startled. “...people are going to see—”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“And?” His voice dropped lower, more possessive. “You’re my mate. And the mother of my unborn child.”
I felt my face explode with heat.
He leaned in, brushing his forehead against mine, and whispered, “I don’t care who sees what.”
My heart practically doubled in size. I hid my fa
