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

even concerned about the door or who might walk

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

a residual pulse.

a hand towel

and

lingering over my breasts. Does he notice that they’re bigger, more sensitive? Does he feel how firm my lower abdomen is or how it’s already starting

unable to

for the changes to my body. It means life is

root.

dying, I can still support and give

gives me is soft. It’s so gentle and sweet it makes me

my space again and deepens

does, reality seeps back

a corporate

board members, and this company is still on the brink of

business goes down, my pack