Until April (Until Her #6) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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“I never sneak out. That’s not my style.” I smile at him before going back to what I was doing.

“Then where are you going?”

“Home.” I grab my jeans as he flips on the lamp on the side table, and when my eyes adjust to the light, I take in the view of his toned chest and arms with the white sheet in total contrast against his tan skin and the black ink on his left arm.

“Come back to bed.” The order should not make my pussy spasm, but, then again, every time he told me what to do last night, it paid off for me in a big way.

“I can’t.” I step into my jeans and jump as I pull them up over my hips. “I need to go home.” I pull off my cami and toss it to the end of the bed so I can put on my bra, and his eyes drop to my chest. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he rubs his fingers across his lower lip while his eyes darken. “I need a shower and to maybe get an hour of sleep before I have to get up and ready in time to show you the first house on our list today.”

“Or we can skip the house showing and spend the day right here in this bed.” He pats the space next to him.

“As tempting as that is, I can’t.” I grab my top and slip it on, then watch him stand, allowing the sheet to fall to the floor. I lick my lips as he walks toward me, then tip my head back when he takes hold of my chin with his pointer finger and thumb.

“I’ll go with you.” He places a kiss on my mouth that causes my insides to twist, then he lets me go and heads for the bathroom.

“Umm.” I shake my head while walking after him. “You can’t come home with me.”

“I can’t?” he asks, turning on the sink, and I stop at the bathroom door, watching him load up a toothbrush. “Why not?” He shoves it into his mouth, and I blink at him as I try to get my thoughts in order and come up with a reason.

“You’re my client.”

“Yeah, and…?” He spits and rinses his mouth.

“And….” And nothing. I’ve got nothing. I mean, that reason alone is stupid, since I slept with him last night. “Well, I mean….” Oh my God, I sound like one of my sisters.

“Get your shoes. It won’t take me long to get dressed.” He pats my ass as he walks past me, and I stare at him as he puts on a pair of boxers, and then grabs his jeans. “Babe, get dressed.”

With a sigh, I find my shoes and put them on, then sit on the bed. I watch him put on a pair of sneakers before he packs a smaller bag with a shaving kit, shoes, slacks, and another button-down, this one burgundy. Once he’s got all his stuff together, he picks up his keys, then lets me out of his room. And with his hand in the middle of my back, he leads me to the elevator, then out to the parking garage to his car.

Once he’s seated behind the wheel and is backing out of his space, I touch his arm, and his eyes come to me. “I need to pick up my car from the bar.”

“I got you.” He rests his hand on my thigh, his touch so familiar yet foreign outside the moments we shared last night.

“Do you always rent such extravagant cars when you come to town?” I ask as he heads toward downtown through the quiet streets, the sound of his engine probably waking people as we pass by the apartments along the road.

“I didn’t rent this. It’s mine. I keep it at my sister’s place so I’ll have it when I’m here.” He looks over at me when he stops at a red light. “You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Right.” He smiles.

“It’s just very… Vegas,” I point out.

“What kind of car should I buy for Nashville? And do not say a pickup truck.”

Laughing, I shake my head. “I can’t see you in a pickup.” I look him over. Even in jeans and a T-shirt, he still looks stylish. “Maybe a Benz Jeep, a Hummer, or a Cadillac.”

“My mom has the Benz Jeep. It’s a nice ride. What do you drive?”

“You’ll see.” I shrug, then ask, “If you keep your car at your sister’s house, why don’t you stay with her while you’re here in town?”

He glances over at me, and jealousy fills the pit of my stomach, making me feel nauseous. The emotion is shocking, given the fact that I have no rights to him, but there is still no denying that’s what I feel.


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