Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 121

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. 

He’s a wolf, his senses are heightened. 

I tear at his belt and undo his pants. His suit jacket hits the 

floor. And I’m pretty sure he loses a few buttons as I tear at his 

shirt. 

“The door?” 

“Fuck it.” 

I feel 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 too much in this 

moment to care about anything. 

I close my eyes and arch up toward him, offering my body. 

Aaron’s arms tighten around me. 

Then I feel the cold wood beneath my ass and on my legs as my pants and panties are drawn down. In the next beat, he’s pushing inside me. It’s a long, deep stroke that fills me 

completely. 

He doesn’t move for a second. And neither do I. 

It’s a moment to savor the nearness. The connection that only this man can bring to me. 

Then he’s thrusting and rubbing 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. 

Or when my cancer will claim me. 

I just feel. 

The strength of this man. 

The scent of his skin. 

The pulse of my body clenching around him as he fills me deeply, completely. 

I 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. 

I can’t move. And with each thrust the table locks me in place. 

Aaron sweeps my legs apart wider, letting him go deeper. 

His hands cup my butt. 

Then one pulls my hair until I’m arching back and into him. 

He kisses me hard. “It’s been too long, Leah. That you’ve