Slay (Georgia Smoke #1) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“I’m fine,” I said bitterly. I didn’t want to be in the way of his good time.

He stared down at me. “Okay. Good,” he said in a slow drawl as he studied me.

Sighing, I shifted my eyes back to the door where Moira had exited. “Your date. You can go with her. I am fine watching the race.”

His brows drew together, and then he turned to look back at the screen. “She’s not my date. I don’t date.”

She thought she was something. He’d made a promise to her about the hot tub.

Unable to keep my mouth shut and let it go, I continued, “She was expecting you to go to the hot tub with her.”

He dropped his gaze back to mine again. “Like I said, change of plans.”

I was jealous. There. I admitted it. I was jealous of her and the blonde. I had no reason to be. Right now, I should be focused on the fact that the Mafia was after me or they could be. We had been shot at. A million other things. Not that King had women all over that he did things with. Like spanking and having sex in a tack room or getting into hot tubs with almost-naked girls.

“You can go. She looks like your type,” I snapped and immediately wished I hadn’t.

He turned toward me, and then his eyes darkened slightly, and I worried I’d said too much. “What do you know about my type?” he asked me.

Why had I said that? I wanted to go back to my cottage and read. Alone. Where I wouldn’t say stupid things or know who King was with. It didn’t matter anyway.

“Just that you like them sexy, beautiful with perfect bodies, barely clothed. She fits the checks.”

The right corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t smile. “That’s what I like, huh?”

I swallowed hard, not liking the fact that we were still talking about this. “Yes, it would seem so.”

His eyes slowly drifted down my body, stopping briefly at my chest, then traveling the rest of the way down. “In that case, you need to remove some clothing, and you’d fit the checks too.”

Wait. What?

He reached out and ran the tip of his pointer finger over my collarbone, then barely dipped it into my cleavage. My breath got stuck in my throat, and I gasped, but I didn’t move. Not an inch.

When his eyes came back to meet mine, he leaned down close to my ear. “You don’t have to be jealous, sweets. Your body has my complete attention.”

A shiver ran through me. One I couldn’t define. Was it fear? Desire? Both? Was I even awake? This was not like King. He didn’t talk to me this way. Or look at me this way.

“What? No comment this time?” he asked as his warm breath tickled just below my ear.

My knees felt slightly weak. I needed my head examined. That was it. The shooting had sent me into some sort of shock. I was fantasizing.

The sharp sting of his teeth biting down on my earlobe, then releasing it caused me to reach out and grab on to his arm for support. What was he doing to me?

“I bet you taste real fucking good, sweets,” he whispered before running the tip of his nose along my neckline.

When he straightened back up, I was still standing there in a haze of confusion and need. Never in my life had I felt the things that he caused to stir up in my body. This had to be real. It felt more real than anything ever had in my life. I couldn’t make this up. My imagination wasn’t this creative.

I watched as he turned his focus back on the race. Forcing myself not to stare at him, I did the same. I didn’t understand much of anything that was happening other than horses were being raced around a track. People were cheering. A few shouted curse words.

The warmth of King’s body as he moved closer to my side made me tremble. His hand slid over my hip, and he leaned down. “The horse that just won was one of ours. Not here, but from our ranch in Ocala, Florida,” he explained as his hand moved down over my butt. “A lot of bets were placed, so majority of the folk here won a good deal of money.” His fingers brushed the skin just past the edge of my shorts.

I jerked, but said nothing, nor did I move when he slid his hand over until the tips of his fingers were underneath my shorts and edging between my legs. Breathing was getting more difficult.

“You want a drink?” he asked me, swiping a finger inside the crotch of my panties.

I grabbed his arm then and let out a small sound. The tingle that shot through me was unfamiliar and startling.


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