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.

don’t move. I just stay draped over the table

watch him, not even concerned about the door or who might

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

feel a residual pulse. My

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

me up and sets me

my breasts. Does he notice that they’re bigger, more sensitive? Does he

blushing and unable to meet his

excited for the changes to my body.

root.

can still support and give rise to

tucks me on the chin and I look at him. The kiss he gives me is soft. It’s so gentle and sweet it makes

my space again and

as he does, reality seeps back

in a

fired half a dozen board members, and this company is still

if this business goes down, my pack loses