Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies, #3)

Chapter 19 Pace



PaceI 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 the tile floor, a pair of jeans midway around her thighs, holding her arm to her chest. Her very naked chest. My brain short-circuits temporarily as the abundance of pale, creamy skin hits me.

“Shit, what happened?” I lift her to her feet.

She’s breathing and not bleeding anywhere that I can see, but my eyes assess every inch of her, seeking out injury. All I discover is that she has a glorious rack. Full, bouncy C’s tipped with tight pink nipples, and my dick springs to life. Her panties are lime green and are the boy shorts kind. They’re cute and unexpected.

“A little help here?” she huffs out, flinging her arms across her chest to cover her breasts.

“Sorry. Of course.” I sit her down on the edge of the tub and peel the jeans down her legs, freeing her. “There. How’s that?”

“Better. Thank you.”

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We stand there, me with an erect cock, and her dressed in only a pair of panties that show the bottom of her ass cheeks, just watching each other.

“You can go now,” she says, her voice small.

There’s no way in fuck I’m leaving just when things are getting good. “Come on. Let me help, I won’t have you risk further injury.” My dimples give away my good mood, but seeing her topless makes me happy.

To my surprise, she doesn’t argue. I grab her pajamas from the bathroom counter. I hold the shorts out for her to step into and she places her good hand against my bicep, momentarily uncovering those beauties while she steps one foot and then the other into the shorts. She covers her breasts once again. No, no, no, that won’t do.

I hold the T-shirt out. “Arms up.”

“No way. You’ll see my breasts.”

“I already saw them, angel and they’re perfect, so you have nothing to be self-conscious about.” Shit, I’d be tugging on my dick later to the image of them swaying when she moved.

She swallows and slowly lowers her arms.

Hell. Yes.

If she wasn’t hurt, I’d want to nuzzle my face right in between them, bath them in kisses, spend hours, no days, getting to know them on a deep, intimate level. I push her arms through the sleeves, and my hands accidentally graze her tits as I lower the shirt.

Kylie sucks in a breath and holds it. “Thank you,” she squeaks out a moment later.

“You’re welcome,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire.

I pray that she’ll invite me into the bed with her and Max. I know nothing will happen, I just want to be close to her, but she says goodnight, then closes the bedroom door. My bedroom. That I’ve willingly given up to her and her child. I don’t know who this man is I’ve become, but I think I like him.


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