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 he pulls

not even concerned about the door

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 of how I’d look tied

feel a residual pulse. My

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

up and sets

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

and unable to

to my body. It means life

root.

dying, I can still support and give rise

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

again

does,

in a

fired half a dozen board members, and

this business goes down, my pack loses