Distraction (Underground Kings #3) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Underground Kings Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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“You’re too much,” she whispers, dipping her head as my mouth licks over her skin.

“You love it.”

“Maybe a little,” she agrees, turning in my arms and getting up on her tiptoes. Her hands run through my hair and I pause just to look at her. I never knew I could have this and feel content. The idea of loving anyone in the past would have sent me into a panic, but Maggie makes it easy. Everything about her makes being with her easy. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks quietly.

“You’re perfect.”

“Not even close,” she murmurs with a shake of her head. Running her fingertips across my jaw, she whispers, “Perfect is unattainable and an unrealistic expectation. No one is perfect, and if you think they are, you will be let down when you see they are flawed, just like everyone else.”

Studying her face and hearing her words, I know she’s right, but she’s also very fucking wrong. She’s perfect for me. I just hope I can be the same for her.

Chapter 7

Maggie

Choices

My step flounders as I walk into the bathroom and see Sven wearing his loose basketball shorts, standing shirtless at the sink with his toothbrush in his mouth. Moving my eyes down his chest and abs, I feel a flutter in my lower belly and a tingle between my legs, reminding me of what he did to my body not fifteen minutes ago. Moving my eyes back up to his face, he smiles around the brush in his mouth, looking all too smug.

“Nice shirt,” he mutters through the foam in his mouth as I slide up next to him, pulling out my toothbrush from the cup next to the sink.

Six weeks ago when we became an us, we moved all of my stuff into his room, a room that is now ours.

“Thanks.” I fight my smile and a shiver when his eyes heat and rake over me. When I finally got up enough energy to pull myself out of bed, where he left me still panting for breath, I grabbed his shirt and slipped it on.

“I really like the lace,” he tells me—something I already know, as his hand smoothes over my ass and I inhale at his touch. The lacy boy shorts I have on are the same ones I put on this morning, only to have them removed a few minutes later when Sven tossed me onto the bed then tossed them to the floor.

“You need to go to work,” I remind him quietly, as he moves to stand behind me and slides his hands over his shirt around my waist then up under my breasts.

“I know.” He frowns, running his hands down to settle on the curve of my waist. “You’re not putting up much of a fight about staying home.” He’s right. I’m not. Him telling me I should take the day off fits with what I need to do today. Last night, I got a message from my sister asking me to meet her. I know if I tell him about the message, he will likely flip out and do something ridiculous like forbid me from going to see her. I don’t want that, not right now, not when things seem to be going in a direction I like. A lot.

I know ignorance is not always bliss, but in this case, I have to believe that what Sven doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and judging by his previous comments regarding my sister, that’s exactly what will happen if I tell him she contacted me and that I want to meet with her. Hell, when I told him I wanted to keep my old apartment in case she needed somewhere to stay, he was pissed. He didn’t think I needed to do anything for her, not after what happened, but I can’t turn my back on my sister; I just can’t.

“I know you’re worried about me and I don’t want you to worry,” I lie, and his eyes move across my face in the mirror then settle on mine. Fighting the urge to look away or squirm, I hold his gaze and my breath.

“Thanks, baby.”

Guilt instantly washes over me at his words, and I drop my eyes and place my hands over his, mumbling a quiet, “You’re welcome.”

“Do you want to shower with me?”

Feeling my lips lift slightly, I shake my head then raise my eyes to look at him once more. “I better not. You’re going to be late.”

“You’re right, but seeing how I’m the boss, I think I can make an excuse.”

Rolling my eyes at that one, I turn in his arms and rest my hands against his abs. “Go shower. I’ll make you coffee,” I tell him, kissing the underside of his jaw, only to have him pull me back against him and kiss me properly before releasing me and dropping his shorts to the floor. Swallowing, I watch his cock bounce against his stomach.


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