Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 129
I’m not about to rollout commando.
“I have a better idea,” I tell him. “You
grab them from my room or you wave your designer-clothes-fairy-wand and make some new ones appear for me.”
He barks out a laugh.
It is kind of funny. But really, if he could
find all those gowns then I’m thinking
he can chase down a clean pair of
underwear.
We enter his suite and I stop short. It’s
ginormous. And glamorous to the nth
degree.
I whistle.
“And you kept me cooped up on Rathborn packlands for years…”
He looks around as if seeing this place through different eyes. “It’s a place to sleep.”
Okay, so the ambiance doesn’t faze
him. But something tells me if I tried
to get him to overnight at a two star
hotel, he wouldn’t be so oblivious to his
surroundings.
“I’m going to grab a shower,” I tell him.
Aaron looks at his watch. “I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?”

His mou th curves up on one side. “Didn’t
you just hand me a shopping list, honey?”
Oh. He’s actually going to do it!?
“Aaron, you don’t have to spend money. Seriously. I can grab clothes from my
room. It’s an elevator ride away.”
But he’s already backing out of the suite.
“I like tearing clothes off you, who knows maybe I’ll like getting you dressed for a
change.”
With that he leaves with one sinful wink.
And on that note…I’m pretty sure these
panties are shot.
I take a minute. I wring my hands as
I pace around all the rooms in this monstrously big suite. I’m pretty sure this is several thousand square feet.
What am I doing here?
Going on a date-with my husband.
My stomach flutters nervously.
He wants me back. He’s not giving up.
But how much of that is for what I am
and what I represent? Is any of his
I
affection actually for me?
There is so much bad blood between us
and yet… there are moments. Like this
one. When he’s a different man entirely.
There are several bedrooms and
bathrooms in this glamorous suite, and I pick one with biggest shower. Everything is wh ite marble and the space reminds
me of a spa.
I take my time in the shower.
My body is stimulated from several different showerheads and jets, and
steam rises from the exquisite heat.
I run my hands through my hair, along my skin. The liquid soap slickens everything and feels pretty amazing
when I wash my legs and chest.
My breasts are heavy and the nipples
tight. I think of Aaron, imagining him squeezing them, tugging at the tips with his lips and teeth.
Then I mimic the motion with my own
hands.
Gods, that feels good.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been wet since the moment Aaron arrived in the lobby of Roberts Corp and it’s been weeks since I’ve been alone or found any release.
As the thought forms, I already know what I’m going to do.
I close my eyes and glide my