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.

over the table as he pulls out and crosses

up. I watch him, not even concerned about the door or who might walk

course, he just looks sexier for leaving his shirt open. He grabs his tie but instead of putting it

a residual pulse. My

a hand towel with warm water and comes back to clean me up. I just lay

stands me up and sets me to

me into his clothes, his hands 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 meet

my body. It means life is

root.

I’m dying, I can still support and give rise to

on the chin and I look at him. The kiss he gives

my space again and deepens

as he does,

a corporate

dozen board members, and this company is

business goes down, my