Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

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Chapter 136

Dinner is lovely.

The food is incredible-of course it is-but what’s more is the way Aaron looks at me.

Like I’m his only focus in the world.

His attention is like that when we are alone in bed, but outside of it, moments like this are rare. And

though we’ve talked about work and pack elements and any number of mundane things over the years,

we seldom had times like this.

Tonight is one that I will cherish.

“Do you want me to have them pack up the wine?” he asks.

“No thanks.”

He holds his hand out to me. “Shall we go?”

He threads his fingers through mine and guides us away from the table. He pauses only to pull a black

AmEx card from his wallet.

“Be back by 2am,” he tells James.

“Sure dad,” James teases about the curfew.

He takes the card and goes to converse with Antoine, whose team is already bussing and resetting our

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table. The two other wolves escort us out of the restaurant.

On the car ride back to the hotel, he drives.

I’m in the front seat, and I cross my left leg so the whole length of it is revealed to him. His gaze darts

between my thigh and the focusing on the cars ahead of us. The fact that I can entice this man and

distract him while he’s driving sparks my own passion.

“Eyes on the road, Aaron.”

“If you wanted that, you should’ve picked a different dress.”

Then he puts his hand on my knee. His touch is warm and sets a spark that spreads through my whole

body.

He doesn’t have to ask me to spread my legs, it’s like they have no will when it comes

to him, it seems.

He glides his hand a bit higher. Then retreats down again. And so begins a slow, thorough seduction.

He inches a little closer with each pass but this massage is light and definitely not touching where I

need.

He brings his hand maddeningly close and withdraws again. On the next pass, he spans his hand

across my hip and catches the edge of my panties. When he starts to draw them down, I lift my hips.

Yes. Please yes.

He rubs them in his hand. “You’re very wet, Leah.”

I gulp. “I am.”

“Have you been thinking about this all night?”.

I have.

He tucks the panties in his pocket. “You’re building quite the collection,” I say.

He smirks.

Then he reaches across the seat and draws my left leg up and onto his side of the SUV. With his eyes

still on the road, he touches me.

I gasp.

My legs are spread wide and his fingers waste no time, dipping in. Out. In. Again and

again.

I’m drenched.

I hum with pleasure.

He reaches deeper so his fingers curve to rub that incredible spot inside, and his palm presses against

my clit so it creates friction with every movement.

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Aaron builds me up only to stop.

He draws his hand away and I’m breathless,

“Do you want to draw down the top of your dress?” he asks.

Yes. Please.

I don’t even hesitate. I peel the sleeves down and my breasts strain to be free.

“Take it off,” he whispers.

I unclip the bra, slide it off and toss it in the backseat.

His hand molds to my breasts and the tug at my nipples se nds delicious little tendrils of sensation

through me.

He’s still driving, eyes on the road.

I’m draped across the passenger seat. One leg in his lap. My dress hiked to my hips

and dropped to my

waist.

Na ked for any passersby to see.

He drives along easily. One hand on the wheel, the other touching me intimately.

The windows are tinted-at least I assume they are-and probably bulletproof too.

There are people out and about, traffic all around us.

“I’m going to make you come a few times,” he tells me. “Then you’re going slide that ass across this

seat and f**k me. I expect you to do exactly what I say. Is that going to be a problem, honey?”

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