Filthy Beautiful Lies Book PDF Free by Kendall Ryan

“I had a dream. A beautiful dream about you both. I pushed you away because I was afraid, and now I fear it’s too late.” I sink down onto the couch. Of course it’s too late. Isn’t it? I want to scream at him, I want to hang up the phone and not give it…

“Yeah, I guess I’m not.” He’s not very convincing. He turned thirty this year, and I wonder if that has anything to do with his melancholy mood and rhetorical questions about the nature of his relationship. When I glance over at Collins, he looks a bit lost. Fuck. I suddenly find myself wishing Colton were…

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Let me make you come. I need my mouth on you. And then you can decide if you want anything else to happen.” She considers it, only for a brief moment, her eyes dropping to the floor between us and then rising to land on mine again. “Yes, okay,” she says. That’s…

Goddamn. I shudder. Most women don’t know how to handle the sensitive areas of a man’s body, but Kylie does. She gently tugs on the hyper-sensitive globes before releasing her suction on my cockhead to lick them. I cannot control the groan that tears from deep within my throat. One thing is certain, Kylie gives…

I come with a small shout, burying my face into her neck as I spill inside of her. Chapter Nine Kylie I’m still trembling as I crawl back into bed with Max. I cannot believe what I’ve done. I not only let Pace fuck me on his office desk, I begged him to do it…

I sprint down the hall, wondering what the hell could have caused Kylie to scream. My first thought is an intruder. I burst through the door to the bedroom, ready to defend her, but Max is asleep in the bed alone, so then I shove my way into the bathroom. Kylie is sprawled out on…

“How does your arm feel?” Pace asks. I hold it out and rotate it around. Other than the cast being annoying and itchy, it’s fine. “It feels alright.” “Good,” Pace says. Max has only glanced up at me, hardly acknowledging my presence, and is content to play independently on the floor with the kitchen implements…

“Why do you call him that? No one thinks he looks anything like me.” “Because he is. He’s part of you. I can see it in his mannerisms, hear it in his laugh, in his enthusiasm for spaghetti.” He smiles at me warmly. He has no way of knowing it, but everything he’s just said…

“What?” she whispers. “Sex. Being with a man.” She swallows abruptly, her gaze falling from mine. But she doesn’t answer, so I press on. “Feeling him fill that place deep inside of you. The brush of his lips against yours. That perfect moment when he enters you and steals your breath.” “Pace…” “You’re the one…

“I don’t want Max to be confused about who this man is in our lives when I don’t even know the answer to that question.” “He’s one year old, Kylie. You don’t need to have all the answers. Besides, you’re allowed to have male friends.” “I suppose so.” Logically, her argument makes sense, but it…