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Filthy Beautiful Lust

By:Kendall Ryan

Filthy Beautiful Lust
Kendall Ryan

       Filthy Beautiful Lies, Volume 3




About the Book





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?





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, and the five thousand dollar  a plate dinner is designed to bring in the last of the donations needed  to ensure the school and hospital he 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 so 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 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 think his story about how they  met and why she'd moved in was bullshit, but it didn't really matter.  Colt was a lucky guy, and he knew it.                       
       
           



       

"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 responsible for tonight's  gala. 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 to swell. 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  kind 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 beneath 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  instead 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's 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 is currently bent backwards over the top of the bar. 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'm seeing  her more clearly. Her dress is too short and her breasts are too big,  even for my sizeable hands, while Kylie, in comparison, is perfectly  proportioned – soft and curvy – just like a woman should be. I wouldn't mind  devoting hours to exploring the valleys of her body. With my tongue.  And my cock. The bastard throbs at the thought.

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