Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 121

LEAH

I reach for Aaron at the same time he drags me to him.

His lips scorch a path from my throat to my mouth and then his tongue is doing something that makes my whole body shiver deliciously.

I tear at his tie and pull it loose.

I’m working the buttons on his shirt even as he’s lifting me on the conference table and dragging my legs around his hips.

His hands trace up and down my legs, molding to my ass and thighs, trailing up to fondle my breasts. It’s like he can’t decide

where to touch first and the constant movement has me

breathless with anticipation.

“More,” I mumble against his mouth.

His hand sinks in my hair holding my head back so I can’t move. His teeth tease along the column of my neck. His other hand tugs at my nipples, one then the other, and all the while I can feel the thick bulge of his cock pressing against me.

My breasts are so sensitive.

My body ignites. I’m wet in seconds and he growls against my mouth like he knows it. Of course he does.

his senses are

and undo his pants. His suit jacket hits the

a few buttons as I tear at

shirt.

“The door?”

“Fuck it.”

a rush of excitement. I know there are any number of employees outside this room working, but I don’t care enough to stop what we’re doing. I want Aaron

to care about anything.

eyes and arch up toward him, offering my body.

tighten around me.

and panties are

completely.

move for a second. And

to savor the nearness. The connection that only this man can bring

circles on my clit and I’m lost to the rhythm as he pounds into me.

I don’t think.

Not about work.

Or war.

my cancer will

I just feel.

of this man.

scent of his skin.

him as he fills

come and come and then as the pulses fade, he pulls out, drags me off the table and spins me around until I’m laid out over it, my ass in the air, breasts flat against the cold wood. Then he’s lining up and pushing into me again.

each thrust the table locks