Filthy Gorgeous Lies: Book 1 Read Online Free PDF Page A

you, I wanted to own your pleasure.”
    Unable to respond, I bite my bottom lip and arch my back. All I want is his cock inside me. But he’s the one in control and I have a feeling he’s trying to torture me.
    If that’s his plan, then he’s succeeding admirably.
    “Spread your legs,” he orders.
    I spread my thighs, giving him better access to my entrance. He takes it greedily, pushing one finger, then two, into my channel.
    “Christ, you are so wet,” he moans.
    Then I feel his lips on me, kissing his way down my stomach, over my hip, before burying his head between my thighs. I don’t even have time to protest before his tongue snakes out to lick me. The sensation is so intense, I almost buck off the bed in response.
    His fingertips dig into my hips, pinning me to the bed as he continues to lick my sex. He’s a master at this — his tongue swirling around my clit before pushing back into my channel.
    Every muscle in my body is pulled tight, like the string of a bow. Any moment, I’m going to break. The tension building inside me and is too much, too intense. I can’t…
    His heady moan vibrates against me and it’s more than I can take. I shatter, my climax washing over me like a tidal wave. Hot, delicious pleasure pulses through my veins. I’m gasping, my head thrown back, my spine arched. And still, his tongue is working my clit, relentlessly drawing out every last shutter from my body.
    When I finally float back down to earth, he’s lying next to me, his lean, powerful body stretched out on the bed. There’s a wistful look in his eyes, something almost boyishly charming and I smile up at him.
    “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
    He’s drawing little circles on my belly with his fingertip, causing goose bumps to spread across my skin. For the first time since I’ve known him, he looks relaxed, unguarded.
    “You make the most delicious sounds when you come,” he answers.
    “You are very good at making me come,” I laugh.
    “What about Michael?” He’s looking down at his finger as it trails a path across my stomach to my hip, studiously avoiding my gaze. There’s an edge of jealousy in his tone.
    I stiffen. How does he know about Michael? “What?”
    Finally, his eyes meet mine. “Your phone. His name popped up several times when he texted you last night.”
    My cheeks flush when I remember Michael’s texts. “Michael and I broke up a few months ago,” I offer awkwardly.
    “Good,” he says. “That makes my job easier.”
    I lift a brow. “You’re job?”
    “I don’t like competition and I don’t share.”
    No, I don’t imagine he does. Cole seems like the type of man who knows exactly what he wants and will do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means playing dirty.
    I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you a lawyer?”
    He laughs and swings his legs over the side of the bed. “Why would you assume that?”
    I shrug. “I don’t know. You have a certain…presence. Powerful, confident.”
    “I’m not a lawyer.” He gets up, strides across the room and picks up the phone. “Room service, please. The usual.”
    As he moves back toward the bed, my gaze wanders over his lean, muscular body. He must work out. There’s no way a body like that comes from sitting around all day. He’s magnificent and every female cell in my body purrs in approval.
    He grabs a newspaper off the nightstand and settles in next to me, pulling me into his arms before snapping the paper open to the finance section. Is he a banker? A Wall Street guy? My cheek is pressed against his chest as he reads, and I’m stricken by just how domestic this situation is.
    But my body is still humming from that last orgasm, ready for the next round and lying here with him is far too tempting. I shift, pressing my bare breasts against his side, my hand idly stoking the dark hair dusting his chest.
    It only takes a second for a growl to emerge from his throat. I smile as he lowers the newspaper and grabs