Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 133

AARON

Leah looks like a go dda mn sacrificial

offering.

And it’s a miracle we made it out of that

suite without me dragging her to the

nearest horizontal surface.

She has no makeup on, at least not that I can tell. But her lips are painted bright

red.

It keeps me staring at her mou th and thinking about all the things I want to do

to it.

The whi te dress is long and almost demure. Until she moves or leans to

the side, then I get a glimpse of all that toned, tan thigh. And don’t even get me started on the top half.

Did she always look this?

My memories of Leah are vivid and I’ve known her body for years, but lately everything seems heightened. It’s like

we’ve been together in color and all of a sudden everything’s high def.

Her body is sexier, that’s for sure.

Or maybe that’s just my obsession with

her.

need

an Alpha

afford this

wife should be

to an end.

the peace between our

when we aren’t in bed tangling

are a

need to

I step out first and then I extend my

to help her out.

fingers are so small and

Next to me, she

breakable. Yet

my passions.

from

it’s ingrained in my

her flesh. Each throaty little moan. The

tightened up just

was staring

I’m hard again.

Da mn it.

myself and guide her

restaurant.

really taking this first date

seriously,” she mutters.

from the start. I

now.

TA

didn’t

just

V

tip the maitre de a couple hundred and he