Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies #3) by Kendall Ryan
Tell me what you need,’ I ask, lacing my fingers with hers. The simple act of holding her hand makes my blood pump faster.
‘I need you to be careful with me and Max,’ she whispers.
Pace Drake loves sex, and he makes no apology for getting what he wants, when he wants it. But when he meets single mom Kylie, he’s enthralled by her and begins to question his standard operating procedure. Kylie’s depth and determination make the hookups that fill his weekends seem empty and shallow. 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 man she was with played ding-dong-ditch-it with her uterus and now the infant son he left her to raise alone is the only man she has time for.
Pace wants to prove to her that he is one of the good guys, but can she really trust that his days of hitting it and quitting it are gone forever?
A powerfully sensual and dangerously provocative novel from the author of Filthy Beautiful Lies.
Excerpt Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies #3) by Kendall Ryan
I take a sip of the liquor and immediately decide drinking is a bad idea. I’m already on edge and frustrated. The alcohol will only make me obsess more. Abandoning the glass, I sit down in a leather chair across from Colton and let out a heavy sigh. “Tell me about Kylie.”
His gaze narrows. “Fuck no. You and Kylie?” He shakes his head, rising to his feet. “No. Abso-fucking-lutely not. If this is what you came here to talk about, you can leave now.” He points to the door, his expression unwavering.
Goddamn. “You’re no fun.” Changing my mind, I stride over to the cabinet, pluck up the glass and down the rest of the drink. It burns like a mother fucker on the way down, but it’ll do the trick, numbing whatever this weird sensation is inside my chest.
“I’m serious, Pace. She’s a good girl. She doesn’t need to get tangled up in your…ways…”
“My ways?” Now I’m getting pissed. He’s saying I’m not good enough for her.
“Hit it and quit it. Pump and dump. Whatever you want to call it, it’s not happening. Not with Kylie.”
“I know that, asshole. I wanted to take her out – like legitimately take her out to dinner. Enjoy her company.”
He frowns at me again, that crease in his forehead deepening. “You’re telling me you don’t want to fuck her?”
“Don’t be a dumbfuck. Of course I want to. But I’m just saying that I wouldn’t hit it once and never call her again.”
“What would you do, then? Move in? Marry her? Raise her son?” he challenges.
“I haven’t thought that fucking far ahead. Christ.” Now I’m suddenly pacing the floor of his office and I have no idea why. This entire exchange is stressing me out. I came here hoping to get her number, and instead I’m getting grilled like a steak. He’s pulling the older brother card on me like he does so often. The dick.
“And that’s exactly why I don’t want you messing around with her. You don’t have a plan. Kylie needs a man with a plan. Not one with an agenda that only includes getting his crank yanked.”
I sink down into the chair, hating this concerned older brother act.