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.

stay draped over the table

watch him, not even concerned about the door or

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

residual pulse. My body likes

going anywhere, he grins then goes back to sidebar. He dampens a hand towel with warm water and comes back to clean me up. I just lay here and

me up and sets

bigger, more sensitive? Does he feel how firm my lower abdomen is or how

unable to meet

changes to my body. It means

root.

as I’m dying, I can still support and give

him. The kiss he gives me

space again and deepens the

does, reality seeps back

a

members, and this company is

if this business goes down, my