Filed To Story: Filthy Beautiful Lies Book PDF Free by Kendall Ryan
“Christ, Sophie.” He tucks himself back inside his pants, which is not an easy task. He’s rock hard and his engorged cock does not look happy to be stuffed into the confined space. I wince just watching him.
“Don’t you fucking knock?” he barks in my direction.
“The door was open,” I murmur, feeling idiotic.
He looks behind me to the open doorway. “I suppose it was. What are you doing out of bed though?”
“I think the better question is, what are you?” I feel cheeky and want to watch him squirm a bit at being caught. Except he’s collected and composed, and continues watching me calmly.
He shakes his head at me, obviously not taking the bait. “Don’t ask questions that you’re not prepared to hear the answers to.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I cross the room and stand before him, my legs still shaky from what I just witnessed. “You were pleasuring yourself.”
He’s quiet and still.
I hadn’t meant it as an accusation, but thankfully Colton doesn’t seem to take offense. “I’m just curious…”
“I have needs, Sophie, as you know.”
I nod. “We both do.” I take a step closer.
“Be careful, sweetness. You’re playing with fire, tempting me, making me want something I can’t have.”
“Who says you can’t?” I don’t know who the girl is taunting him, but I’m feeling bold and restless and lonely. It’s a piss poor combination, and makes me want to act out.
He lifts one dark eyebrow, watching me closely. “Did you change your mind about all this, because I’ll fuck you here and now, so deep you’ll still feel my cock inside you tomorrow.”
I don’t say anything else, mostly because I don’t know what to say, but my body is humming with anticipation. My nipples harden against the flimsy tank top and my panties cling to my sensitive folds.
Colton releases a frustrated groan and pushes his palm against his erection – which is definitely still there. “What in the actual fuck, Sophie?” His tone is a cross between playful and angry.
“I’m sorry I interrupted you,” I say.
“Fuck it,” he says, leaning his head back against the leather chair and closing his eyes.
When he opens them again, his anger is gone. All I see is lust.
“Why didn’t you ever take me?” I ask.
“As the weeks passed, you started to mean more to me. I didn’t want to take something from you that wasn’t mine.”
It is yours, I want to tell him. “But that day that Stella showed up, you were going to.” I’d seen the look of resolve in his eyes and I knew he was finally going to give himself to me.
“Because I knew in that moment you belonged to me. Even without the auction, without the agreement. You were mine.”
I watch his eyes, not disagreeing in the slightest.
I still am.
The way his dark gaze sweeps over to mine tells me he wants me, yet he’s choosing not to push me. I want to know why. “Why did you suggest we be just friends?” I ask.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Then he motions for me to sit down in one of the chairs across from his desk.
I follow his lead and sit, tucking my bare legs underneath me. The tank top and pajama short set I’m wearing is no match against the cool air conditioning. Either that or my body is still trembling from what I witnessed when I walked in.
“I was developing real feelings for you, something that scared the fuck out of me given my past.”
“I don’t understand. We were both falling…” It’s the first time I’ve admitted my true feelings, but something tells me this is no surprise to him.
Colton doesn’t say anything, he just patiently watches me like we have all night to sit here and speak in riddles. Perhaps his just friends speech was only that – a hollow request made only to get me to stay.
“If you want a real shot with me, I need a few things from you,” he says.
“Such as?”
“You know I’ve been burned before when it comes to women, and money and trust.”
“Yes,” I acknowledge.
“Women usually only want me for my money,” he adds.
“What does that have to do with me?” I am the furthest thing from a gold digger there is.
“Well, you have to admit the start to our relationship doesn’t exactly instill confidence. You only agreed to go with me that night because I was paying you.”
“Yes, but as I got to know you, you know it wasn’t about the money. That money was for Becca. I told you I’ll give you the rest back right now.”
“That’s not what I want.” His tone is adamant and I feel like we’re spinning in circles.