Title: Filthy Beautiful Lust
Series: Filthy Beautiful Lies #3
Authors: Kendall Ryan
Release Date: November 10, 2014
From New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Kendall Ryan, comes the third book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series.
Pace Drake
loves sex. He knows where get it, what to say, what to do, and he makes
no apologies for satisfying his needs. But when he meets single mom, Kylie Sloan,
he's enthralled by her, and begins to question his standard operating
procedure. After all, there's no chase, no mystery when banging a woman
in a nightclub bathroom. Kylie's depth and determination make the
sloppy, drunken hookups that fill his weekends seem empty and shallow.
She's the opposite of the desperate, clingy women he's used to. She
doesn’t want or need anyone to take care of her and that only makes him
want to care for her more.
Kylie's trust in men has vanished. The
last guy she was with played ding-dong-ditch-it with her uterus and
left her with a baby to raise. Now her infant son is the only man she
has time for, even if she misses sex and intimacy more than she'd ever
admit. Opening her heart up to a younger man who's best known for
no-strings-attached sex and his casual lifestyle is probably the worst
idea she's ever had. But Pace wants to prove to her there are still a
few good guys left, and watching the sweet way he interacts with her
baby makes her want to try…but she can really trust that his days of
hitting it and quitting it are in his past?
Filthy Beautiful
Lust is the third book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series, however it
can be read as a standalone novel (no cliffhanger). To understand the
full growth and development of the characters, it is recommended that
you begin with book 1, Filthy Beautiful Lies.
CHAPTER ONE
Pace
The blonde on my arm is driving me nuts.
If it weren't for her giant fake tits, that I very much want to play with
later, I would have ditched her at the door.
We're at a fancy gala for Colton's
charity, the five thousand dollar a plate dinner is designed to bring in the
last of the donations they need to ensure the school and hospital Colton plans
to open are fully funded in the years to come. It's a great cause. But all I
want to do is leave.
"Pace," my date says, tugging
on my tuxedo clad elbow. "Which one is your brother again?"
The one that looks exactly fucking like
me, I want to answer. Instead, I point straight ahead to where Colton is
standing talking with a group of benefactors. "Right there in the center.
That's Colton. And his fiancé Sophie is beside him."
We've been mistaken for twins numerous
times. He's three years older, but we share many similar features – tall
stature, dark hair, deep blue eyes. The main difference – where Colton is hard
edges and serious expressions – I'm friendly, open and relaxed. Life is too damn
short to take too seriously. But apparently, grasping our similarities is
beyond the capabilities of her three brain cells.
"Are you going to introduce
me?" she asks.
She wants to meet my family? No. But
rather than provide her with an answer she doesn't want to hear, I choose that
moment to take a swig of my bourbon and pretend I didn't hear her.
I'd invited Sheena here tonight after
meeting her at my health club. I didn't want to come to Colton and Sophie's big
event alone and thought it might be nice to have someone to talk to over
dinner. Unfortunately the only thing Sheena wanted to discuss was her recent enhancements and how the plastic surgeon
convinced her to go to a bigger cup size and how she thought he only wanted to
sleep with her.
Well no shit he wanted to fuck you
sweetheart. Line forms to the left,
gentleman.
After enduring two hours with the date
from hell, all I want to do is fuck her in my car, and then drop her off at
home. Classy, I know. But you try
spending ten thousand dollars on dinner for the world's most annoying date. I
deserve a blow job at the very least.
Something tells me that on Monday I'll
be looking for a new health club…
I've changed gyms six times this year.
The cancellation fees are killing me. Maybe it's time to rethink my pick up
strategy. Nah. There are lots of
places in town with treadmills and free weights, and I have no problem
switching clubs just to avoid running into my former hookups.
"Let's get you another
champagne," I say, steering her toward the bar.
Once Sheena is situated on a bar stool,
I slip away, making an excuse to use the men's room. Instead I head straight
for where Sophie and Kylie are talking across the room.
My brother's fiancé, Sophie Evans looks
great tonight. Long silky dress, jewels at her throat and her hair is twisted
up in some type of knot. She looks happy.
"Hey, sis," I greet her with a
kiss to the back of her hand.
I won't treat her any differently after
her sister's passing, because I know she wouldn’t want it, but I do try to be
sweet to her. After everything she's been through, she didn't break, and I'm so
thankful. Colton needs a strong woman and Sophie is the perfect complement to
him. I don’t plan to settle down anytime soon, but one day I hope to find a
girl as good as Sophie. I still didn’t understand where he met Sophie, or why
she was just living with him one day, but he was a lucky guy. At least he knew
that.
"Hi, Pace." Sophie grins up at
me.
Next I turn to Kylie, who I've been
trying to figure out for the past several months. She works for my brother,
running the office operations for his charity, and I'm pretty sure she's the
one responsible for the gala tonight. She's stunning – in a deep purple gown
that flows beautifully over her curves, fiery auburn hair that falls in loose
waves over her shoulders and brilliant green eyes that sparkle on mine. The way
she watches me sends tingles shooting down my body, pulsing in my groin. My
cock begins swelling. What the fuck?
She's exquisite and classy and put together. The complete fucking opposite of
my date.
"It's a great event. Congratulations,"
I lift her hand to my mouth and whisper against the back of it while watching
her eyes.
She flinches at the contact and tugs her
hand back, but treats me to a warm smile. "Thank you, Pace." The tone
of her warm voice wrapping around my name is fucking sinful. I want to hear her
moan out my name when she climaxes, I want to see her green eyes darken with
lust, and watch her completely come apart underneath me.
I know she's a single mom, and I should
just steer clear. She's nothing like the women I typically date, but something
about her hypnotizes me.
"Where's your date?" Sophie
asks.
"I'm not sure," I lie. I can
see her from the corner of my eye, she's still at the bar and seems to be
chatting it up with the bartender. Good. Maybe I can offload her on him
tonight. I wouldn’t mind going home with the elegant and sophisticated beauty I
see before me.
"I was hoping to meet her,"
Sophie says.
Sophie doesn’t understand there's a
reason I've never introduced her to any of the women I'm seeing. They're all
temporary. And besides, I doubt they'd hit it off. Sophie interests go a little
deeper than nail polish and handbags. My brother chose well.
"Isn't that the woman you were
with?" Kylie asks, pointing across the room.
I follow her gaze to Sheena.
Fuck.
Sheena's currently bent backwards over
the top of the bar so that her tits are practically hanging out and she's
letting the bartender pour shots of tequila down her throat.
Christ.
This isn't a college frat party. It’s an exclusive black-tie affair for
millionaires and politicians and the nation's leading entrepreneurs. We're here
for an important cause, not to get wasted and dance on the damn bar. But
something tells me my date doesn't get that.
I don’t often feel embarrassed, and
shit, I love to cut loose and have fun as much as anyone, but this is not the
time, nor the place. My face flushes slightly and I clench my jaw.
I like a woman who knows how to handle
herself – someone poised and put together when she needs to be and freaky as
hell in between the sheets. My eyes find Kylie's and something tells me she'd
be that kind of woman.
"Yeah, Sheena's fun," I say,
clenching my fists in an attempt to hide my true feelings.
Kylie frowns. "I introduced myself
to her earlier, and she said her name was Trina."
"Shit. Is it?" I rub a hand
through my hair. The look in her eyes tells me this is a piece of information I
should have known.
Sophie excuses herself a moment later,
and I'm thankful for the private moment with Kylie.
"Can I get you something else to
drink?" I offer, tossing her a flirty grin.
Her answering smile is coy, guarded.
"Shouldn’t you be getting back to your date?"
A quick look over my shoulder at Sheena,
or Trina, or whoever the hell she is, tells me I have no desire to spend any
more time with her. In contrast to the beautiful woman standing before me, my
date is all but forgotten. I might have thought she was sexy before, but now, I
see her for what she really is – her dress is too short and her breasts are too
large, even for my big hands. Kylie, in comparison, is perfectly
proportioned–soft and curvy–just like a woman should be. I wouldn’t mind
exploring the valleys of her body for hours on end. With my tongue. And my
cock. The bastard throbs at the thought.
"She looks pretty well taken care
of right now," I remark.
The bartender is all but ignoring the
other customers in his eagerness to talk to her. He can have her for all I
care. Good luck, buddy.
Kylie sets down her empty wine glass on
the tray of a passing waiter. "I'm actually not much of a drinker. A glass
of wine or two is generally my limit."
Good to know. I file that information
away. Remembering her little one, I ask about him. "Where's Max
tonight?"
She smiles lightly as though thinking
about her baby brightens her mood. I like that, and I don't know why. "His
nanny stayed late tonight. I'm sure he's in bed by now."
I still recall that day in the pool last
summer when I'd taken the crying baby from her and entertained him all afternoon.
I couldn't' even be sure why I'd done it. I suppose, looking back, she just
looked like she could use a hand. I never liked seeing a woman struggle. Although
a damsel in distress, she is not. I get the sense she's the type to never back
down from a challenge and has enough strength and determination to succeed at
just about anything she tried. A sexy quality, to be sure.
As we stand there, me sipping my
bourbon, and her grinning politely at the crowd, the silence between us grows. I
feel like we have nothing in common, and I'm at a loss, trying to think of
something to say, anything that will keep this beauty in my presence. There are
so many things I want to know about her, but none of them are appropriate to
ask. How she tastes, what noises she makes when she comes. I also want to know
how she ended up a single mother, and if Max's dad is still in the picture. I
tried asking Colton about it once, but he remained incredibly vague. The
asshat. He's pretty much the worst wingman ever.
"Have dinner with me this
week," I say. It wasn't what I'd been planning to say, but once the words
leave my mouth, they just feel right.
"Pace, that's sweet of you to ask,
but I can't…" She pauses, like she wants to say more, but doesn't. Her
body language is all wrong too. Where women are normally vying to get closer,
placing their hand on my bicep, or even brushing their breasts against my arm,
Kylie stands straight and tall, like she wants to avoid physical contact at all
costs.
"Are you here with someone?" I
ask. It's absolutely none of business, but I'd happily shell out ten grand just
to find out if she's fucking someone.
"No," she confirms.
"No boyfriend?" I press
further. I need to know what I'm up against.
"There's been no one since Max's
father," she says, quietly.
My inner alpha male beats on his chest
in triumph. "That's quite a dry spell."
"Indeed," she murmurs.
"It's just dinner, Kylie. It's not
like I'm offering to step in and raise Max." I treat her to a playful,
crooked smile, my dimple out in full force. I've heard it's quite irresistible
and that's what I'm banking on.
"That's exactly why I can't. I'm
sorry."
Fuck.
Why am I such a fucking idiot?
"Oh," I stammer, at a loss for
words for the first damn time in my life. Christ.
Grow a pair, Pace.
"Besides, something tells me if
you're interested in a woman like that," Kylie tips her chin toward the
bar where Sheena is making a spectacle of herself, "that you can't
possibly be interested in a woman like me."
Hold the fuck on. Now that's where she's
wrong. "Why's that?" I ask, meeting her fiery green gaze. If she's
about to criticize herself, I will not hold back in proving to her how very
wrong she is.
"Pace," she admonishes.
"Look at her. They look…inflatable."
When I realize she's not tearing herself
down, but instead chastising my taste in women, I almost want to laugh. "A
woman like that is good for only one thing and we both know it," I say.
She raises her eyebrows, waiting for me
to explain.
"Fucking once," I continue.
"You're crass." Her eyes light
up, and her mouth twitches in an attempt not to smile.
"I'm direct, and I think you like
it."
She shrugs. "At least you're
honest. That's more than I can say for most men."
"Go out with me. One time, Kylie.
What do you have to lose?"
I can practically see the wheels turning
in her head, and for one brief, beautiful moment I think I might have a chance.
"Bye Pace." She turns and walks away, her long legs carrying her
across the room while my heart throbs.
Fuck.
"Kylie, wait."
She turns and tosses me a sexy wink.
"Go have fun with Malibu Barbie.
This is not over.
I play to win.
Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me,
Resisting Her and When I Break.
She's a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of
books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her
adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and
reading.
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