Tempting a King (King Family Romance Book 1) by Isla Drake (small books to read .txt) 📗

Liam still looks confused, but he shrugs. “I guess so, but I don’t know why grownups like kissing so much.”

I force myself not to laugh. “When you’re a grownup, you might like kissing too.”

He gives a shudder and makes a face. “Ew. I don’t think so.”

Finn puts an arm around my shoulder, and I look at Liam to see if this casual affection bothers him. He looks at the two of us and I can tell his mind is working. I wait for him to say something, but he just shrugs again.

“Can I have chocolate milk?”

“Just a half a glass,” I say, moving to grab him a cup from the cabinet.

After I pour his chocolate milk, Liam sits at the counter and drinks it while Finn and I work together to clean up the mess in the kitchen. Finn might be a decent cook, but he hasn’t learned the art of cleaning up after himself as he cooks. It makes the task take longer than it might have otherwise. But I don’t mind. It means more time with Finn. Liam finishes his milk and heads into the living room to play his video game, leaving the two of us alone in the kitchen again. We work in companionable silence for several minutes, him stacking dishes into the dishwasher and me wiping down counters. When we finish, Finn peeks toward the living room where Liam sits on the couch with his handheld game in his hand.

Finn grins at me and takes my face in his hands, kissing me. He lingers for only a few seconds, but it has the same effect on me as always. I want to lean into him, pull him to me and kiss him until we’re both senseless. But I know I can’t. Not tonight. I gaze up at him. His hands still cup my face, his thumbs lightly stroking my cheeks.

“I should go,” he says. I hate that he’s right.

I sigh and nod. “Thank you for dinner. It was nice to have someone else take care of things for once.”

Finn smiles. “I’m glad. Because I plan to make a habit of it.”

Reluctantly, he releases me and takes a step back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

Finn says his goodbye to Liam on his way to the front door. Before he leaves, he turns back to me and winks, making me smile. When the door closes behind Finn, I take in a deep breath and blow it out. I already miss having him in my house and that feels dangerous. I look over at Liam where he sits on the couch with his game.

“Time’s up,” I say, brightly. “Time to pick a book and brush your teeth, kiddo.”

Liam sighs loudly but doesn’t argue. He turns the game off and sets it on the coffee table before heading down the hall to the bathroom. Once his teeth are brushed and he picks a bedtime book, we both pile into his bed and I read to him for a while until he starts to doze off. It’s a routine we’ve tried to stick with for the last few years and it’s one we both love.

After I leave Liam’s room, I move through the house turning off lights before making my way to my own room. I fill the tub and pile my hair on top of my head in a messy bun. I add some lavender bath salts to the water in the hopes that it will help me relax enough for sleep. As I slide into the hot water, my mind goes over the events of the day. I remember the way Finn kissed me in my office this morning. It had been hot, possessive and so sexy. I feel a thrill of arousal course through me followed by a pang of disappointment that he’s not here to satisfy this aching need. As if my thoughts summoned him, my phone chirps with a text message from Finn. I smile as I read it.

Finn: Miss you already.

I type back, Miss you.

Finn: I like your bed better.

My smile widens.

I like you in my bed.

Finn: Say the word and I’m there.

I sigh and type back, It’s tempting, but we both know we wouldn’t get any sleep.

Finn: Sleep is for the weak and people who aren’t lucky enough to have such amazing sex.

I laugh. You can’t know how much I want to say yes. But Liam…

Finn: Say no more. I won’t pressure you.

Much as I want to say yes, I don’t think it’s a good idea tonight. I’m glad that Finn seems to understand that. I type, Thank you.

Finn: So…what are you wearing?

I laugh again, trailing my free hand through the water. Some playful part of me takes over and I decide to be completely honest.

Feeling bold, I type out my response: A few strategically placed bubbles and a smile.

Two seconds later, my phone rings. It’s Finn, attempting a video chat. I chew my bottom lip, undecided as my finger hovers over the button to answer the call. I’ve never taken a naked picture of myself or made a lewd video. This feels daring, risky. It also feels erotic as hell. Finn’s already seen my naked and it’s not like I’m recording a video. Screw it. I answer the phone.

Finn’s face pops into view on my phone screen. I see a tiny image of myself in the bottom corner. It’s just my face and a couple inches of my upper chest, but the camera angle is high enough so that my breasts aren’t visible.

Finn grins. “I had to see for myself.”

I smile. “Did you think I was lying?”

“I hoped you weren’t.”

It looks like Finn is sitting up in his bed, his back against the headboard. He’s wearing a white t-shirt, but I can’t tell what else. Feeling mischievous, I decide to ask him the same question.

“What are you wearing, Mr. King?”

Finn’s grin turns less boyish. He moves the phone slowly, panning the camera down the rest of his body. I get a