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.

just stay draped over the table as he pulls out and crosses to

wash up. I watch him, not even concerned about the door or who might walk in. I’m too sated to

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. He grabs his tie but instead of putting it back on, he eyes me like he’s thinking

feel a residual pulse. My body likes

towel with warm water

me up and sets

they’re bigger, more sensitive? Does he feel how firm my lower abdomen is

blushing and unable to

my body. It means life

root.

dying, I can still support

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

again and deepens

he does, reality seeps back

in a corporate

fired half a dozen board members, and this company is

goes down, my pack