Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 122

When Aaron’s mo uth slashes over mine, stealing my breath, I realize that he’s stifling my screams.

His thumb presses against the rim and then pushes in.

I gasp.

The table applies pressure from below and his finger pushes down from above. Inside, all I feel is every inch of him. Every ridge.

And as I lose control, he grows thicker. Bigger.

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The stimulation is too much and I come clenching around his co ck and finger in contractions that are like a vice.

He grunts and keeps pumping and as he reaches his own release, my body shatters again, pulling him deeper and milking every drop of him.

“Go dda mn,” he mutters.

I’m boneless.

the table as

even concerned about the door or who might walk in. I’m too sated to

Well mostly. It looks like he lost a few buttons toward the top. Of course, he just looks sexier for leaving his shirt open.

pulse. My body

going anywhere, he grins then goes back to sidebar. He dampens a hand towel with warm

stands me up and sets me to rights, I’m

over my breasts. Does he notice that they’re bigger, more sensitive? Does he feel how firm my lower

and unable

for the changes to my body.

root.

as I’m dying, I can still

chin and I look at him. The kiss he gives me is soft. It’s so gentle and

invades my space again and deepens the

he does,

a corporate

a dozen board members, and this company is still on the

if this business goes