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 Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

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

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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

amy

hands

across my chest, pinching my nipples

and tugging at the tips until I feel that

answering pulse between my legs.

I tease myself, letting the water beat down on my breasts, moving so that one showerhead aims

between my legs.

Oh yes.

I imagine it’s Aaron’s mou th there.

His hands on my nipples.

His body about to consume mine and

leave me mindless with bliss.

I keep up the motion on my breasts with

one hand and let the other drift down

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between my τпigns.

It’s my body. I know how to touch myself. What rhythm and pressure will get me there fastest. It’s never

as good as when

Aaron does it. But I can pretend.

My fingers circle my clit, before dipping in to draw my own wetness back out.

I bite my lip to hold back a moan.

I’m so turned on.

I wish Aaron was here with me now. In

this shower. F**king me up against the glass until I can’t stand, much less think.

The fantasy has my legs trembling and I redouble my efforts.

I open my eyes and he’s here.

In the bathroom. Arms crossed leaning against the wall. His eyes glow wildly as he watches. He’s been

watching me!

He stalks toward the shower. “Don’t stop

on account of me…”