Filthy Gorgeous Lies: Book 1 Read Free

moves inside me, his thumb brushing over my swollen clit. His strokes are slow and agonizing, pushing me to the brink, then pulling me back again. I need to come. I’m desperate for it. But just when I think I’m close, he changes his rhythm, drawing out my torment.
    I close my eyes and arch my back, pressing my breast deeper into his hungry mouth. And just when I think the pleasure can’t intensify, he presses another two fingers into me. I buck against his hand as he pushes deeper into my channel. It’s too much. My head thrashes from side to side and my hands fist the sheets. I can’t think. I can’t cry out. All I can do is feel as an intense orgasm slams into me. Hot waves of pleasure course through my veins, spreading throughout my entire body, making me gasp. I’ve never felt anything like this and it’s all I can do not to cry out.
    I feel him pull out of me and his lips quickly brush against my forehead. “Now, my dear, I’m going to fuck you,” he growls into my ear.
    I almost jump out of my skin when I realize the voice growling in my ear is deep, seductive… accented — and most definitely not Michael’s.

CHAPTER THREE
    I scramble out from under him and search blindly for the lamp on the nightstand. I find the switch and turn it on, flooding the room with bright white light. The second I turn back toward the man who just finger fucked me, I feel faint.
    A pair of pale blue eyes is staring back at me.
    “Cole,” I breathe in shock as I scramble to pull up my bra. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
    “This is my room,” he says evenly. “I should be asking you the same thing.”
    I shake my head as I pull the sheet up to cover me. “This is Michael’s room. He called me this afternoon.” Was it possible I’d written down the wrong room number? “This is suite 1403, right?”
    Cole’s eyes narrow at the mention of Michael’s name. “Is that who you were meeting last night?”
    “Yes,” I almost scream. Holy Hell. What have I just done? “I have to go.”
    I move to dart off the bed but he leans over and places one hand against the headboard, just above my head, trapping me. The scent of him surrounds me, and despite my rising panic, I actually suck in a lungful of air. He smells so good — just a hint of cologne and something musky. Sweat maybe. Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating.
    “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re here, Lexi.”
    I’m a little taken back by the accusation in his voice. All my defenses are suddenly up. “I told you, I thought this was…” My words trail off as a thought comes to mind. “How is it that you happen to be in this room?” My eyes narrow. “Did you plan this?”
    He leans back, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He says nothing. Of course he doesn’t. If anyone needs to explain, it’s me. I’m the one who snuck into his room and grabbed his cock. There’s no possible way he could have known I would come here to see Michael tonight.
    I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have accused you. I’m just freaked out.”
    I’m still trying to absorb everything that’s happened.
    He leans forward to lift my chin. Our gazes collide and for a second, my breath catches in my throat. There’s something about this man that causes every rational thought to flee from my brain.
    “Maybe it’s fate,” he growls. “I meant what I said last night. I want to take you to the edge, Lexi. I want to show you the pleasure of surrendering to your darkest fantasies.”
    Oh, Jesus. The way he says those last two words makes my channel pulse with need.
    Then I remember the woman from last night, the woman who couldn’t keep her hands off him. “And what would your girlfriend say about that?”
    He lifts an elegant brow in question.
    “The woman from last night…” I clarify. “The blond who couldn’t keep her hands off you…”
    I assume that’s who he was waiting for tonight. The door had been left open for someone and he