Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair Chapter 122

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.
I don’t move. I just stay draped over the table as he pulls out and crosses to the
sidebar to wash up. I watch him, not even concerned about the door or who might walk in. I’m too sated to care.
Aaron washes his hands and buttons his 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 of putting it back on, he eyes me like he’s thinking of how I’d look tied up with it.
I feel a residual pulse. My body likes the idea.
Seeing that I’m not going anywhere, he grins then goes back to sidebar. He dampens a hand towel with warm water and comes back to clean me up. I just lay here and let him.
When he stands me up and sets me to rights, I’m boneless.
He helps 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 to fill out.
I’m blushing and unable to meet his eyes.
I’m excited for the changes to my body. It means life is taking
root.
Even as I’m dying, I can still support and give rise to my baby.
He 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 me want to weep.
He invades my space again and deepens the kiss.
But as he does, reality seeps back in.
We’re in a corporate office.
I just fired half a dozen board members, and this company is still on the brink of collapse.
And if this business goes down, my pack loses everything..
As my thoughts are racing, he’s watching me carefully. Almost bemusedly. “It’s going to be fine, Leah.”
Not sure what he’s referring to-me, the company, the pack/ Council drama. Not that it matters. I nod politely. “Of course
One brow arches up. He ha tes when I patronize him.
“Thank you for coming today,” I say. “Your presence helped
His lips twitch.
Right. “Then again, you don’t need help, do you, Aaron? You have controlling shares.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” he says. “Let’s set up a trust for Roberts Corp.”
A trust? “For who?”
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“Our children.”